Sloshy wet.She slid into position on my nose by the force of gravity and the lubrication from that viscuous goo of her humid depths. When she moved, h...r ass made squishy sounds and when she sat down harder, it felt like she was compressing her “ass dew” into my facial skin. I wondered if it would clog my pores. If I would then get acne. If that is how those acned-ruddy faces at school got that way---because fully adult women with deep butts were rubbing ass-wetness in their faces.It was so. They were followed into the elevator by one of Ishidos security guys - a big and heavy character who stared blankly at the girl. The elevator stopped at the 5th floor - the three got out - the security guy leading the way down the corridor and opening the door to one of the rooms. Stacey followed Ishido into the room. The goon stayed outside. Ishido turned and locked the door. Stacey watched him as he pulled a key from a chain around his neck and undid the manacle that secured the leather case. The other racers in her class walked along behind while crew memberspushed their bikes, carried stands, and pulled along the remotestarters. She didn't have a remote starter, making me wonder how sheintended to fire up her engine.When the club officials gave the signal to proceed to the track to taketheir warm-up laps, she slipped the bike into gear, squeezed the clutch,and then ran with it to build enough speed to jump on and bump-start theengine.Once her bike came to life I was put off by its. I had her save her work and then talked to her about getting her own computer.“I’m going to suggest to your stepdad that he get you an Apple IIe. It’s like this, only faster and with more RAM. I’ve actually got one upstairs if you want to see it.”“Sure!” she said brightly.We went upstairs to my room so that I could show her the computer.“Oooh! Taking me to your room?” she giggled. “Are you sure it’s computers you want to talk about?”“Penny!” I said sharply.“What?” she said, acting.