Emerging from the stall, she found a note from Tiffany left on her clothes. Jordan: Congratulations on making it through your test with Ebony with fly...ng colors. I can tell that now there'll be no stopping you from reaching your goal. Your next test will be with Clyda. Come and see me in my quarters again tomorrow morning at 9AM. You'll be briefed again by myself and Dee Dee on what to expect. The next morning, Jordan awoke early again, and after showering and preparing herself, she settled. ..” She was getting aroused again just thinking about it. Coming up with a new use for the board, she led Frank out into the kitchen.She kissed him passionately, rubbing her tender, half-healed breasts against his rough jacket. “Take off your clothes, baby,” she cooed. “I want you to fuck me...”Frank loved it when Tanya talked dirty. Even after eighty years, it made him incredibly horny. This time, she was not just talking dirty, she smelled dirty – like she’d been fucking herself all. I refrained from even touching her, let alone hugging. As for Missy's mom, I wouldn't wish my disease even on her, so I kept my distance there, too. She was so pleased I'd "come around" to her way of thinking she was blissfully oblivious to my debilitated state. Given that I was flying under false colors -- to say nothing of a cloud of contagion -- I felt like a bit of a fraud.But one look at the bulletin board outside the Restored Temple's front doors sharpened my senses, cleared my sinuses. One of her hands slipped across her lathered waist, rising to cup one of her breasts within the palm of her hand. Squeezing it gently, while rolling the hardened nipple between her finger and thumb to add to the growing pressure of sexual excitement she was feeling inside.My eyes moved from the treasure of her pussy, across her breasts to see her beautiful face. It was then I saw her eyes wide open and it appeared she was looking directly at me. Only for an instant it seemed, but with a curve.