She ran fingertips over the matching lines of bumps on her forearms absently, waiting for him to return. His superior would give her at least temporar... amnesty because whoever had started the concessions paperwork obviously had more seniority, and he'd be loathe to contradict an order from higher up.True to prediction, within the hour she was granted a temporary pass and a pages-long list of restrictions. Both were handed to her by the admin officer with some further posturing over how. He comes over, we have a great meal, some drinks, and I roll a special occasion joint. We're all laughing and telling stories, and of course the subject gets switched to sex. My wife asks my friend, "what's the craziet thing you've done?", and my buddy without hesitation says,"your husband and I tag teamed a girl in high school". Now, I don't keep anything from the Mrs., but the subject never came up. My wife smiling looks at me and asks, "really!?", and I say, "yeah I forgot about that!". So,. I slowed my rhythm, released my grip on her arms and slid my hand down her back. She looked panicked, “please don’t stop, please, my pussy is throbbing” “beg me slut, beg me to make you cum”, “please daddy, please make me cum, I will do anything you want”. As she starts to beg, her tiny hip is thrusting into my finger, she is literally fucking herself with my finger, “anything?” “yes, please daddy, it feels so good”, I brought my right hand to her face and her lick my fingers, I could feel. .. ?" That messenger is warp speed according to the big simulator and its backed up by the battle 'puter; but I've done some work on that power plant — the ion transfer fusion bottle is a fuel hog but it delivers big time — but the power / mass ratio doesn't match up with the standard velocity graphs which only go up to cee anyway. When I did trade school, the graphs were presented as the result of experiment because the theoretical calculations just didn't work. I've long held a theory that.