I could hear him groaning. I couldn't take it, I reached a hand down between my legs and started rubbing my clit, and I was moaning with pleasure too... onto his cock.He had one hand wrapped around the base of his cock, the other wrapped in my hair, fucking my mouth. I had one hand between my own legs and the other between his, my fingers wet and slippery, slid back behind his balls and rubbed hard into that sweet spot he'd responded so strongly too before. A moment later I felt him shudder,. Its not that.She Paused a long second.Then:I have another problem — with my leg.Yo LEGS?I put an S on the end cuz I wasnt sure if she meant Plural or Singular LEGS.But she confirmed she meant SINGULAR as in she aint have but ONE muthafuckin leg.Yes. I only have one. The other leg is Fake. A Prosthetic.Still I wondered if she could git that muthafucka behind her EAR when she was fucking.Becuz thats just how mah mind werks.But out loud I just said to her:Ahhh. Sho, baby, I understand. Whats a. " Eric felt his hackles rising. No. It couldn't be. "Don't worry about the speech and walking, Eric." That was the Doctor. "I expected you to have trouble getting used to being human again, especially after two months. You should be back to normal in a few days." Eric? Who were they talking to? He barked frantically, and pawed at the door. He was Eric! They laughed outside at something. He caught part of it. "...fought it every time. Maybe she's ready now. We're gonna try, anyway." The handler. He made a couple of changes and added an additional request. Paul told him he'd work on it now and leave a copy of the report under his door.By seven o'clock he had made the necessary programming changes, ran the revised report and, as agreed, left it under his door. Paul could hardly wait to get a burger and a beer.He drove over to Angel Heaven, parked in the back and walked into the bar. As soon as Dave spotted him he shouted, "Paul, it's good to see you up and about; should I put in your.