I... we just have to hurry." The need was still there... she could reach for it if she wanted to. Right now she didn't want to, but she wasn't sure ho... long that would last. Her eyes darted around, drawing on memory normally suppressed, found a button, pushed it."Where does it go?" Bill tapped the elevator door."Down. Far down." Melissa frowned and pressed the button again."Um." Bill appeared to be holding back a lot of questions. Melissaappreciated that. She could only do this one step at a. It has a small LCD screen and a thumb wheel with a button in the middle of it. I am so excited that I start to run and tell mom, then stop. I decide I'm going to figure out how it works before I tell mom about it. I open the NST file again and print out the entire document. It's fifty pages long. I finish cataloging the books while it's printing.After dinner, I tell mom I'm just going to read one of Uncle Harry's books. I sit up in bed reading the entire NST document. Most of it I don't. ‘Haven’t been getting laid enough lately?!! I’m sorry that your body can’t help responding to mine. You know… if you’re that hard up to get laid, I could use a good fuck myself… what d’ya say, teach? Aren’t you getin’ tired of whackin’ off in the shower after our workouts?!! I can’t tell you how many times I’ve fantasized about suckin’ that big cock for you while watching you jerk off…’ ‘DAMN IT, LANA!!!’ he roared as he rolled off of her, stood up and stalked away, still panting heavily. The. So on that Tuesday when Missy and I sat down to lunch, and she leaned across the table toward me stating intensely, ‘I just need to be eaten out’, I was blown away! When I responded with, ‘That can be arranged’, she backed off a bit and explained that she couldn’t do that outside her marriage. I explained I wasn’t attempting to destroy anything that either one of us had, especially our respective marriages. I then asked if her husband had ever eaten her during one of their infrequent visits.