"While we're waiting," Bud said."Yeah?" Harley and I echoed."Have you considered how you'll travel?" Travel?" Well, you're a super hero. How do super ...eroes travel?" Bud teased."Well, the good ones fly," I laughed."Exactly," Bud said."I can't fly," I said, exasperated. "I can't use my telekinesis on myself, remember?" No you can't, but you can use it on other things. You could use a kitchen chair to fly around on if you wanted to." I can?" I asked, stunned."Of course," Bud snickered. "You've. He holds me against his stomach while the bus stops again, someone getting up again in the front and leaving. My head pressed against his belly. When we start to move again, i lift up the edge of his shirt and kiss his stomach and nip at his pant line gently. Nuh-uh he warns, as if he thinks i will actually listen. Rubbing my face against his pants, I find his hard bulge and lick it softly. He stiffens and pulses in his pants. Nipping with my lips repeatedly i gently bite down on his dick…. But most of all Jethro Gibbs hated knowing his failures had caused an agent to die. And Jethro Gibbs knew himself well enough to know that being alone tonight would cause him to be very self destructive.He knew the apartment well, could measure the steps down the hallway and into the bedroom. The TV flickered but the gentle snores and snuffles told him its occupant was asleep. He settled slowly onto the edge of the bed, and restrained the arm that came up with gun in hand."Easy, DiNozzo. Just. That was the greatest fuck ever!"Taking her cue from Susan's post-orgasmic "cleaning" tradition, she started licking his penis and balls clean, even though she'd already cleaned it with the handi-wipe. This wasn't about actual cleaning; it was about the symbolism, showing her submission and gratitude.She added as she licked, "We're just so anally compatible, don't you think, Master?" She paused to just lovingly kiss her way up and down his flaccid shaft and his balls for a while.He grunted.