He blinked, and saw concern on her face."There's nothing I'd rather do than make love to you right now," he said softly. "It's too soon. You were badl... injured and you need more time to recover. You shouldn't get excited."Her eyes went out of focus again."Do I get excited when we make love?" She frowned harder. "I can't remember making love with you. Ohhhh, Bob, I can't remember," she moaned."It's all right," he said. "Maybe it will come back. Why don't we get some real food, then you can. Its construction was very simple; a pair of short four-by-four posts held a piece of steel pipe stationary, about six inches off the ground, while another pair of posts, about five inches behind the first, were arranged to allow the insertion of a matching piece of pipe, only about four inches off the ground.Above and slightly behind the rear posts were two two-by-fours descending from the ceiling, connected at the bottom by a third piece of pipe. I had set the height of this last piece of pipe. " Her voice was thick with lust and her eyes were glazed over. I quickly bent over and ran my tongue over her starfish and felt her body shudder. I did this a couple of times more, burying my tongue inside her anus each time, before straightening up and sliding my prick between her ass cheeks. "Please Stud, don't make me beg. I want it so bad," she pleaded. She looked over her shoulder and fixed me with a wanton stare. I was so turned on, I couldn't have made her wait if I’d wanted to. I just. . "Coming!"Thirty minutes later, Randall was in full lecture mode: "The CCD and its digital zoom actually offers us a better resolution than through the eyepiece. Watch the screen!" He fiddled with the scope and the laptop screen lit with a surprisingly robust image of a nebula. "This is a little tiny thing in the eyepiece; we'd have to have three times the scope to get this kind of detail directly. Come here and take a look." It was early, yet. They were looking at objects to the northeast.