The flavor inside her vagina with his nose planted firmly just below her clit at the opening of her soaked labia was more intense and tasted like the ...angy sensation he had earlier only five notches more intense. His mouth now watered, like he was sucking on sour patch kids, and he made every effort to fuck her with his tongue as she now grabbed her ankles and lifted her pussy up, again and again, to get him as deep in her as she could. The slickness on his dick was starting to turn a foamy. She knew what he looked like. She often thought of him as she'd seen him when her mother dressed his wound, shirtless and handsome. That made her wonder if her mother thought he was handsome too. She must, to kiss him like that in the dark.And that made Becky wonder what it would be like to kiss him herself. That caused a surge of emotion inside her that demanded to be expressed somehow."I saw you," she blurted.He turned his head. "What?" Last night. I saw you. I saw what you and Mamma were. “In essence, your aids have only created a legion of automatons. You never searched for new mates, because your aids forced you not to care about no longer having one.”“Believe me, we cared. It’s just that it’s difficult finding anyone who matches your bondmate.”“So that’s why your people developed the ability to turn off your aids?”“No,” Al hedged, not ready to dive into a risky discussion among such a large group of unknown individuals. “Those abilities are common to humans as a whole, it. It went in. She took a deep breath. "Does it hurt?" I asked."A little," she said.Despite that, she began to grind with gusto. After about ten strokes, her pussy gripped my cock and began to pulsate. She came twice more, and though I tried to hold back. I squirted too. She started to climb off, but I grabbed her arms and kissed her deeply. "Just sit here for a minute," I instructed. We kissed. I sucked her tits, and then, for some reason, I reached around and began to finger her perfect pink.