I called her to the ocean.The Overgasm would need a trade.While many of my brethren focused their minds inward on cloaking their telepathy from these ...emonic predators, the collective still beckoned out from the ocean, its tendrils connected to a thousand constantly orgasming women, each life claimed for the cause of efficiency. I would swim with her clenched in my arms, my body perfectly designed for the task. Collective consciousness reacts more slowly, each order needing to trickle through. " That's why I'm giving you its GPS coordinates," said Bob."We've always been able to see where it went before," complained the voice."You mean you're spending a quarter billion dollars of the taxpayers' money for me to tell you something you're not even listening to?" I'm listening now, motherfucker. Give me those numbers again." Just throw out another fucking ball on the edge of the fairway," suggested Bob."We have to recover that ball," said the Secret Service agent. "We can't afford for. He moved his finger from her wet dripping cunt to her thighs then to her calves and finally to the sole of her feet. A soft giggle escaped from her mouth as she felt ticklish at her feet. He smiled and grabbed her ankle with one hand and tickled her sole with the other. She was giggling, moaning and twisting on the bed as he enjoyed tickling and teasing her foot. He took her toe in his mouth and sucked on it while looking into her eyes, his fingers still tickling her sole. She was going crazy. "Yes, it was stupid. It was stupid that youthought you had to have this elaborate ruse to get some guy to like you.Promise me you'll never do that again. When you meet someone special,and I know you will, then you can proudly look him in the face."Jenni was about to sob, but she was smiling. "You really think so?" I know so." We hugged. Jenni cried, and I shed a few tears myself.Finally we calmed down. "So," said Jenni, "what was being a woman like?Was it that bad?" Jenni it was horrible! Now I.