I could see he wanted to make love to me badly already as I headed to the bathroom to change, grabbing his hardened cock as I passed him by. I came o...t next in a piece of lingerie he had made me out of a underwire bra, some material and some gold lined lace. He really did a good job on it, and it was very complimentary for my assets above, showing a lot of cleavage and even having ‘Gold Sparkly Stuff’ where my nipples would be in the Cups, with outlines in gold trim revealing my breast lines.. I guess. But we prefer to downplay similarities like that for copyright reasons." "Great. After all the stupid crap I go through I end up with a second-rate method of transportation," said Max, dejected by the turn of events. Steve looked shocked. "What? How can you say that? What's wrong with it?" "It's a glider! Who wants a glider? I thought I might something cool, like something that would make me able to really fly, or at least webbing or something. I don't even like the Green. Most had distorted and were unusable but some seemed strong enough for our needs.This was not a bad thing, for we had learned a few important points. We needed a mould and something that could form the threads, be extractable later and not burn. A graphite rod came to mind but it would leave some graphite that would not allow the ball to be securely bolted later. This would be like applying glue to an oily surface. The same would be true of any carbon-based product as it burnt.A light bulb. . And we were kissing. Lightly at first, just a touch on the lips, but it grew stronger, pressing harder into each other’s faces, then our lips broke and the tip of my tongue slipped into his mouth. We broke apart immediately, gasping for breath, starring at each other with wide eyes. “Megan,” he whispered, “Megan what-wha- I’m so sorry I-I” The two things that stuck out, my name, something my brother rarely did was to address anyone directly like that, by using a name or title. I don’t know.