My lips were gently separated and he ran his finger into my passage where he began to stroke my vaginal wall. I just got wetter and wetter to the exte...t I could feel my juices pooling under my arse.I was thinking to myself, I need his cock pumping into me. It had to be the programming!His finger suddenly withdrew and traveled up to my clit. He alternately slowly circled my nub or ran his finger over my clit.. My moans of joy from the pleasure just became louder and louder until I exploded into. I hope you don’t mind, she really wanted to be here.”Susan looked the young woman over; she was dressed in very short shorts, which showed off her long smooth legs. They were firm and toned from playing various sports, which required a great deal of running. She also wore a loose-fitting T-shirt with her college’s initials across her ample breasts. On her feet, she wore the normal footwear of college co-eds, flip-flops. She was tanned and her long auburn hair was straight and brushed neatly. Even larger birds could soar with confidence. My suit would provide that same benefit and the flight control computer would, I hoped, substitute for the millions of years of evolution and instinct that let birds do what they did naturally and so well. But in order to build those controls, I needed to have the same feel for flying that birds do.The work on the flight suit was a distraction from some of the other things I had to think on and work out. If going to Bret Hart High was a distracting. I pulled into a grocery store parking lot and saw a black guy in long shorts, tank top shirt, holding his crotch. There was something about him. The thought of him fucking me seemed really nasty and slutty, but I really felt the urge to do this.I pulled up next to him with my window down and said “Hi”. I could tell he was immediately excited that a white girl like me spoke to him. He asked me if I wanted some dick. I laughed and thought wow, that sure was forward. He told me I looked like I was.