“You wanna taste my cervix, lover?” I grin. A shake of the head begins until she feels my fingers slide back to her nipple, and her tongue flicks ...ut and touches the tip. No tears this time; I think she might have dried up.“C’mon, darlin’, open wide”Her mouth opens and I push the toy forward an inch or so, just forcing her to accommodate its full width.“There, honey, you like the taste of that don’t you?”She nods furiously, not even waiting for her tender nipple to be threatened. I push forward. Neither of the girls could tell what it was since they only caught a slight glimpse. They thought it was a dildo or something, but it was really a blowtorch. He let the end of the blowtorch's pipe touch Emily's vagina lips, and then pulled it back a few centimeters. "Oh it's cold" she moaned. Peter then pressed down the blowtorch's trigger all the way and held it. The flame scorched her vagina and set it ablaze, it destroyed her lips and practically melted her clit.. The shirt was really thin, and therefore quite transparent. It was also a little too tight for Katy now, and so her hard nipples could be clearly seen poking through the fabric.Katy stepped into her dark green skirt, and pulled it up, fastening the zip and button which held it around her slim waist. When she'd been at school, the skirt had come down to her knees, but now it was a good couple of inches higher than that. Katy used the bedroom mirror, to put on her old school tie, which added the. That prompted me to ask about these “flying machines.” As far as I could tell from the descriptions, these flying machines seemed to be like the light planes of Earth, but were not very popular before the great war. The local AI did not have any idea for this lack of popularity.Any long distance traveling was done by personal vehicle, and that was the explanation for the grid of major highways. Sometime soon, I wanted to investigate these flying machines in detail. Potentially, they could offer.