"It's pointer data. Imagine having a file of data, and then scrambling the positions of all the letters, storing all the mappings of each character's ...riginal position in another file. Neither file contains the information of the original file. One file contains all the letters, but no information of where they go. The other file contains information like, the 1000'th letter in the scrambled file belongs in the third position of the original file, but doesn't tell you what that letter is. A. They kept moving in and out in imitation of his prick. Which she needed right then. She felt another climax approaching. “George?” She couldn’t find the words to ask him to finish it.He responded by kissing her, his tongue moving in her mouth as his fingers were moving in her pussy. She felt the fire rise in her, rise further yet, rise impossibly high. And then it was burning her up.George sucked her right nipple in the same rhythm as the flame. The flame burned hotter, consumed her utterly.. He smiled back.“I am fucking spent,” he said.“I should think so! But you’ve given me a lot. Filled me up full.”Ben grinned, and then said, “I think I’d better be going. For real this time.”“If you keep performing like that, honey, some lucky girl’s gonna have to keep you on a short leash,” she grinned.Ben smiled as he rolled over and got up from his hands and knees. He stood up, a little wobbly and bow-legged. Morgana followed. As he dressed, she rummaged through a billfold and took out two. I placed my hand on the back of her thigh and slowly stroked it up the back of her legs, teasing her soft flesh. She flinched at my touch but she didn’t move or complain. I then stroked my hand over her firm ass cheeks, they felt so good to touch, two gorgeous humps straining at the red fabric holding them in. I rubbed them for a while massaging those firm mounds, then slowly I raised my right hand and brought it down hard on her ass.Miss Moore couldn’t help but let out a squeal of pain. I.