‘You look about my size. I always bring an extra outfit. Would you like to borrow my extra shirt? Plus, I’m a judge. No one sees my clothes anyway....’ The lady laughed softly, an infectious melodic sound. ‘Oh, please, if you don’t mind. That would be wonderful.’ ‘No problem honey. Someone has to show some kindness sometime. This city has a bad reputation for rudeness.’ The unnamed judge handed her a blessedly not white, deep blue plunge neck blouse. Flirty, yet professional. It was just her. ”“Well, that sensor thing, that’s one of the Auburn students. A guy.”“And here we are.”The arm was busy picking out one unit at a time, putting it in a separate bowl, incrementing an on-screen counter.“They already do something like this, high-speed, in a lot of sorting environments, you know,” Rachel said. “I have videos...”“Yeah, but ours’ll do it on a module of the centipede and THAT thing’s very mobile.”We’ve seen the videos of the centipede ‘playing’ paintball. I was impressed, but that’s. Then she would put her finger inside my ear. Her soft, delicate touches would be enough to make me orgasm themselves, but I would endure all the waiting to cum beside her.Then she would ask me to face her and start rubbing the back of her hands on my boobs. I would be so turned on that I would close my eyes and bite my lip. She would make things easier for me by getting a little aggressive and untying my g-string. I would giggle in shyness, as she would help me keep it aside on the bed.Then she. Like someone you could cuddle right up against and watch a good movie. I shook my head at the thought, we were just friends, no need to let the mind take a detour. As I studied your picture, my computer notified me that I had mail. I found that I was holding my breath again as I opened it. It came out in a whoosh as I read that you thought I was very pretty. I suddenly felt like I was in high school and the quarterback of the football team just winked at me. I looked at the clock, I didn’t even.