.” “Oh Joyce, just spit it out. After what you did for me, there’s definitely nothing you say is going to be embarrassing for us. What can I do ...or you?” “Well, about what I did for you... It’s related to that. I mean, well...” “Uh oh. Did someone see us? Are you in trouble?” “Well, no. No one saw us, but... unless you can do this for me, I will be in trouble!” “Oh my God, Joyce. What is it?” “Well...”, she started and then she started almost whispering, “You know how when you left and we were. It's like there is a direct nerve from my feet to my pussy and you know just how to stimulate it.My pussy is throbbing in anticipation of it's turn to be bathed. As always, you respond to my needs as if by magic. Your soapy hands are caressing the insides of my legs then up to my hairless mound. I part my legs and you cover my pussy with your hand then begin to rub gently back and forth. One finger has slippped between the swollen lips and is making contact with my hard little clit. A searing. The blonde got up off of the bed and looked at herself in the mirror, letting down her hair. She used to have it short but Grant had a ponytail fetish so she put up with the tangles and long brushings to please him.In the mirror's reflection, she saw her boyfriend come up from behind and embrace her, his kisses warm on her neck."God, I love you," he whispered in her ear."I know," she replied, turning to kiss him back. Their tongues danced over one another's as he held her tightly to himself. He. What a shame”, the Almeracian queen thought.What she wanted to do was to cure her sexual needs. Until that point, every attempt to find a man who could be her husband and fill those needs failed. And all those failures frustrated her.First was Superman. When she first learned about the Man of Steel, Maxima went to the roof with her horniness. After all, a Kryptonian with all his abilities wasn’t a man to even ponder to say a ‘no’. But her attempt to conquer him failed, as Superman wasn’t.