Could you be saying, “Oh God”? Could it be “Stop”? I hesitate but your hand flies down to mine, covering it and you stroke yourself with my fi...gers. The little button, like a tiny cock, pulsates, rises, demands attention. And when I touch you again, your juices flow freely over my fingers. “My mouth is dry,” you murmur. “Do you want water?” “No, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.” Your knees part slightly in invitation. I hook the waistband of your panties with my fingers and begin to slide them down. The only reason she was sure he was still alive was because she still continued to get his paycheck deposited in to their account, by the government. No one had ever come to her door to tell her he was missing or hurt or killed so she took the continual paychecks as her sign that he was okay where ever he was. Mac knew he was a solider but she wasn’t sure exactly what he did and he never talked about it. Tomorrow would be their five-year anniversary. She. Mary leaned forwards and gently kissed the left buttock that was nearest to her before kissing the other one and her fingers seemed to be attracted by magnetism to Suneeta's now wet cunt."Oh that feels so good," said Suneeta as the other woman kissed her arse cheeks and gently fingered her vagina.Before long Mary had Suneeta gasping and squirming as her mouth and fingers drove the caned woman towards orgasm."Oh, oh, oh, yesss!" panted Suneeta as she was almost there and a speeding up of Mary's. And ... their willingness to work toward making themselves a safe environment. The only intelligent life forms on 2214 are the prisoners. But intelligent or not, most of them are too lazy to spend the time and energy to construct themselves a safe haven, let alone have the patience and common sense to hunt efficiently for their food. Of course, there are a number of different vegetables there – wild, true, but edible – and we send seeds with them as well. If they get off their lazy asses, they.