Surely there are some people who know something about things like this," I said."I can inventory their skills and knowledge when I go through their mi...ds for crimes. Just so you'll know, I can wipe their memories back to any date. I don't see why you'd ever need to go back past their pickup time but it is possible," he said."Can you remove specific events instead of just wiping out everything to a certain date?" I asked."Yes, that is possible too, but it leaves them with gaps that are sometimes. [Oh shit! Think. Think.] My foot is resting on something, it’s my sweatshirt. I grab it and stand up, wrapping it around my left hand and forearm. Not much of a shield, but it’s better than nothing. He looks really angry now, as he wipes the blood off his face. He looks me up and down. He tells me how nice my tits are and how much I would have enjoyed it, but now he’s just going to have to kill me instead. [He’s a dumb fucker, too. Girls don’t like to be raped.] He makes a couple slashes with. Rubbing my nipple gently. She slowly slid her finger high inside me twirling.. massaging my vagina.as she rubbed my nipple.caressing me slowly.on my breast. Squeezing my breast softly. A hot touch overpowered me in her hot caress. As she rubbed me slowly on my nipple,sliding her finger gently high inside me twirling. Pulling me tightly. Rubbing. Kissing my breast and caressing me. Rubbing me softly as I sank to her warmth. Fingers high twirling. Her warmth in me was enchanting as she began. On the trip down, she told me a little more about Nantahack culture.The main thing for the younger people, she explained, is the Yacht Club (she was wearing a red polo shirt I hadn't seen before with "NANTAHACK YACHT CLUB" printed on the back). By younger she meant high school to college age. Her sister would be starting in the club this summer, where Emily was pretty much a member emeritus at this point."And you guys do sailing."She hesitated. "Yes ... we do." What kind of sailing?" I asked.