Just as she had said, she was very wet and also very warm as the walls of her vagina fitted around me. I reached around her and cupped my hands around...her soft butt cheeks. Meg ground her sex against me and then started to slide up and down my shaft. I picked up the tempo and in no time, our hips were slamming us together with a wet slap at the base of each stroke.Meg began to moan softly.I stopped momentarily. "Am I hurting you," I said in a concerned voice."Shut the fuck up Steve," she hissed. She hearded that they thought Nick to be special, and wanted to know if her increased resistence was caused by sheer will power or something in her genetic make up. They would collect some samples of blood and tissue, and conduct some tests later.Linda returned to the room hoping they wouldn't hurt her friend. The technical talk was already dying, they had stuffed their notes and the tape recorder in their bags. Their eyes instantly went to her, admiring the teen body and staring at the ample. " Ryan pretended to think, then shook her head. "No, that's all." Lara made a frustrated sound and Ryan laughed. "Okay, what is it you want to know?" "I don't know! Just . . . how is it going?" Lara walked over and sat on the couch. "You hardly say anything. Inquiring minds want to know." "It's . . . it's pretty great," Ryan admitted. "Brody's a lot of fun, and he helps me de-stress. He also cooks a mean dinner." "You do look more relaxed." Lara grinned. "With most other people, I'd say it's. "Oh, whatthe hell is this?"He pulled the drawer out and held up a lacy pink nightgown that lookedlike it would reach to mid-thigh."I'm not wearing this!" he exclaimed, looking around the drawer foranything else useful- and finding nothing. The Monitor did not respond."Wait a second... Monitor, can you give me stuff if I ask for it?"[Yes, as long as the item requested is consistent with your currenttraining level and needs.]"Umm... ok, can I have a sandwich, or some real food?" Jack's stomachwas.