"well you see, when a girl puts her mouth around it, it makes the man feel good, would you like to try just once? just go ahead and put your mouth aro...nd it, and stroke it with our hand" okay, just like this? it doesnt really taste that good. mr johnson why is my vagina feel weird, it feels like it is leaking" rebecca why dont you take your pants off and let me see what you are talking about"she took off her jeans and slid down her panties, showing her perfectly hairless amazing pussy"okay my. .. looks like metal. I’ll be waiting.”“South of town ... one road past the Post Office turn left. Second crossroad ... turn right. Big white barn ... looks like metal. Got it. Three four hours?”“Thanks, I owe ya.”I hung up.Mr. Bean Farmer looked at me. I handed him back his black box.“Just like that?”“Just like that.” I agreed. “That’s an interesting phone ... what’s its range?”“Five miles.”“Imagine that.”“Yeah, I’ve been working on a smaller version. It will weigh a pound ... if it works. With. ”George stopped in his obviously well thought out explanation. Then he grinned at Jennifer and said, “Now that I have scared you with my depravity, I better drive you home.” Looking at her, he added, “We better find you something to wear. Sasha has left some of her clothes behind. I could not drive you home in the bathrobe. People would think you spent a night with me. It would not do, would it? Not for a sexy lady like you with an old man like me.”In the walk-in wardrobe, George quickly found. She ground her hips into my hand. I knew if I didn't stop, my beautiful date would be exploding any second, "Oh James! Stop. Not now, I want it by the lake. PLEASE!" Oh come on, cum on my hand." I said driving my tongue into her mouth. Caressing her tongue, gums, and lips. My other hand went around her body, grabbing her breast, teasing her nipple. Rolling her nipple between my fingers, driving my young date crazy.Her moans deepened, she was close to cumming on my hand, "STOP! JAMES! I want it.