I leaned down and kissed him and, feeling him reach up to me, stopped immediately, "Two can play the teasing game, you know," I whispered in his ear, ...hen started gently kissing down his cheek, past his ear and down his neck. I sat up and pulled his top over his head. I continued kissing down his chest, covering as much of his skin as I could.He was breathing heavily, and I could feel his hard cock pushing against me through his trousers as I sat on top of him.I climbed off him and stripped off. When peeled and fried with herbs and vegetables they were quite palatable. There would be a noticeable drop in the local locust population that year. Bezig considered them quite a delicacy for their bland yet nutty flavor.The recovery craft should have appeared by the second day. He made a small adjustment in the resonator coils and eschewed impatience. Much time was spent reading the encyclopedia.He heard a bell-like tone from outside the tipi during the early morning hours. His recovery craft. It was just better to lie in comfort. He wondered if any more dreams would come to him.These dreams—about events that he hadn't thought about in so many years; why did they all come to him that morning? It had been a long time since his body felt as good as it did. It was free from all the nagging pains in his hips and knees and back to which he had almost become accustomed. He must have found the best spot on the mattress. He felt himself starting to doze again; waited in earnest for the next. With the strap of her shoe buckled back around her ankle, I ran a finger over and between her toes, wetting it in my own juices, before I released her foot. I gave my fingertip a little lick as we walked to the elevators hand in hand. Once the elevator doors closed, Jeannie raised my finger to her mouth and sucked it with a swirl of her tongue. Thankfully the ride to the top floor was a quick one and when the elevator door opened our suite was directly across the hall. We stepped into the room.