Her palm pressed into my clit as she thrust her finger into me like this. I wished she was naked too. I wanted to feel her skin against mine. Her thum... swept over my clit as she pushed her finger in and out of me. I gasped and pushed my head back in the pillow. A wonderful feeling was gathering between my hips. I moved with her fingers as she drove in and out faster.Then, she stopped suddenly. I looked down as if to say, "No..." but she was already looking up at me grinning."Wait until you feel. For instance, genes are responsible for your hair being the color it is and for the resemblance you have to your mother or father. Genetic research is one area where we have surpassed the science of the Golden Age. Genetic alteration is common place now, as a matter of fact, Helena, Sonja and I are all genetically altered, mostly to make us healthier and stronger, but also to reflect our parents' heritage."I nodded my understanding of the general concept of what she was saying, even though I. And now the newscast on our TV was coming in from some other city, moreand more reports of terrible unexplainable things happening all over theworld. I wished my dad was here to hold me too---something I thought ofjust in time---and now here he was, and we were all hugging and crying,saying, "I love you," and forgiving each other.Apparently you can forgive a lot when you're right in the middle ofArmageddon (And in all the years that would follow I never caught a whiffof anything weird,. We laid down and I started slowly rubbing her and letting her know that I wanted her to take her suit off. She protested, mildly, but took a quick look around to see who was nearby. A couple of people walked by but for the most part, we were almost alone. I took her top down and I put sunscreen on her breasts. No one seemed to notice or care. After about 30 minutes we needed to get cool so we headed into the ocean. A few more people had arrived but no one close to our locations. The water was.