I heard a slippery sound down there, and I didn’t know what it was but I liked it. I pulled out a little, and pushed my big dick back in her, and it...went all the way in this time, and so much easier. Her pussy was getting so slimy, too. Not touching her with my legs or leaning on her at all, I started thrusting my butt up and down, at a slow, rhythmic pace and my huge hardened dick was pumping slowly in and out of her wet vagina really good. I could hear more slippery slurping sounds every time. "Piece of cake," I say. "I can do that conversion in six hours, providing we have spare hardware I can use for pre-staging. You want me to take a trip out to California and do the install for you?" That's what I was about to ask you. If you have nothing planned this weekend, I'd like for you to go out there and be done by Monday. I'll have Adam delta-dash one of our spare Compaq Proliants out overnight. You'll just have to pick it up at San Francisco International. All you'd have to do is. He cast a practiced eye on the approaching headland, then looked down to measure the color of the water, with these two pieces of information he knew he had a bit more than a mile to go in order to clear the rocks and make his turn for The village and the small estuary where he hoped to find refuge. But the black wall chasing the little skiff was closing fast now, the man could see the thick white band at the cloud’s base where wind and rain was beating the sea’s surface to a froth. It would be. "First time?" she asked. I stared at her, lost, and nodded. "Who brought you here?" "My Goddess, the Mistress Ti..." She held up her hand and laughed. "Don't. You don't need to play that 'Master' and "slave' shit with me. Girlfriend? Boyfriend? Wife? What?" She opened the refrigerator and took out a big pitcher of lemonade, poured the two glasses half full. She filled the rest with ice. "Girlfriend. Lover. Something like that," I said, trying to relax. She was friendly but I was on my guard..