It was usually done in the dark, so she had rarely seen what actually happened."What do you want to do tomorrow?" she asked as she shifted hands. She ...rapped the fingers of her left hand around him. She used the index finger of her right hand to massage the tip. It was getting wet. She watched with quiet curiosity as a clear drop formed slowly in the opening. She ran her finger across it; smearing it evenly across the top. She raised her finger to watch the sticky fluid to see how long it would. ” She slipped the thumb drive into her port and reached for her mouse.“Carmen -- your hands are shaking.”“I know. I am scared shitless ... but here goes.” She brought up images. “This is me ... before I got sick.”He saw photographs of a tall, medium-built young woman with long, dark hair. “I recognize you -- from my dreams.”“Yes. I think we establish a mental body image and that stays with us. This is how I think of myself. Your avatar was younger, too.”“I guess I see myself as an eternal. Keep him guessing.6. Lock up his little penis, and control his orgasms… to no more than once a month.7. Take his ass with a strap-on, gradually increase the size until he can take a dildo as big and thick as your Bull’s cock.8. Make him suck cock for you. Make him suck off your Bull, to completion in his mouth. And make sure he knows that you told your girlfriends about it.9. Make him offer his ass to your Bull. And make sure he realizes that it’s not going to just be a one. But I didn’t care because it felt so good on my hot skin. I bent down and rinsed off my dusty ankles and shins followed by my hands and arms. Then I cupped my hands, filling them with water and splashed my face, getting my baseball cap wet and water all over my shirt and tank top. I didn’t want to get my clothes wet since that could make for an uncomfortable trip back down the trail. So I meandered back to my blanket, unbuttoning my shirt as I did and pulled it off. I hung it on a branch.