“This is not about me,” he insisted.“Why don’t you goof off?” she asked.“It would be rather rude,” he suggested.“How about if I gave y...u a blow job?” she asked.“This is not about me,” he insisted.“Maybe I want to get your cock out and suck it?” she suggested.“Do you?” he asked.“Sure if you want,” she agreed.“No, this about you,” he insisted.“Then please stop talking dirty and make a move,” she replied.“I want to help,” he insisted.“Then help!” she protested, “You made me feel horny so do. Then she jerked in surprise as a feathery soft touch darted over her spread lower lips. She craned her neck, but couldn’t see. She felt the darting touch again, then a third time, with a few second between each. He couldn’t be controlling it yet? It took a few minutes to hook up the simulators, so surely not. It must be something he turned on with the hands. A fourth, slightly longer, brush was accompanied by a portion of the Light Box facing her shifting from transparent to mirrored. How the. . sorry.”“You’re not, ya know,” she looked. “Sorry.”“Nope ... Cynthia was the wrong person to possess a travel aide. You’re responsible.”“I hate that word.”“I know ... but you are and Cyn’s not.” “Okay ... squeeze the watch ... here and here ... yeah ... like that. Now it’s a map ... see? Turn the bezel to the right and the map gets closer ... to the left and the map gets farther away. Okay?”“Yeah ... neat.”“You want Ludington. Right?” “Say it”“Ludington.” I said. “Ooo yeah. Oh look ... there’s. Her physique was perfect, both elegant and athletic, the broad shoulders of a swimmer, maybe, combined with the no-nonsense tautness of her limbs. Her buttocks were tight together, trapping the thin strap of her bikini in a way that revealed her pussy lips between her legs to perfection. She turned to Lauren."Do you mind?" she asked, holding the front clasp of her bikini top. Her breasts bulged from almost every edge of the material."No, we're very casual here, don't you worry." she replied,.