"Oh man, you really need to get some action don't you?" He said giving me a friendly pat on the shoulder. "I really do man!" I replied as we walked in...o school. The first half of the school day went by fairly quickly and in no time is was lunch. Marc and I normally bring our lunches with us and usually sit on the school benches outside. Too many gangs and groups going on inside. We didn't belong to any specific group but we did get along with everyone in our year. One group that is normally. She slowly caressed my head with her fingers as I grew more bold and took more of her flesh into my mouth and rubbed my tongue across her now hard nipple. "Please suck on the other one too," she ordered. I complied for sure and began to enjoy myself even more as I understood my good fortune to not only see, but was able to feel what I up to now had only daydreamed about. I could hardly comprehend the softness of her breasts, it was beyond my wildest imagination. Her one hand moved. Lisa was confused but was not confident enough to broach the realsubject.?So Lisa, does your husband wear a uniform as pretty as my maid wears??Referring to Cindy?s very fancy French Maids Uniform.?No, not typically I have him wear a much plainer maids uniform aroundthe house for fear he would ruin it. I love your maids uniform, I find itquite appealing and sexy and it certainly displays her charms but forpractical purposes I think the plain working maids uniform is moreappropriate.??How long. “Explain just what in the hell you are talking about.”“Oh, uh ... yes sir. Ace says that Miss Lucie experienced sensory overload. That if she were an A.I. like the ships, she could just reset her sensors. I remembered that many of the Emperor’s command crew had PTSD, that an A.I. went in and basically reset part of their brains. I believe that the same thing might work here, though we might have to adjust more for what she experienced.” A now very excited Zimmel was saying.Hartwell was rubbing.