I signal her up then flip over so I’m on top again, but she’s still facing downward. I move down and trail my hands down her sides until I reach h...r panties, which I pull off so we’re both naked now. ‘I told you we wouldn’t need any.’ ‘Any wha-‘ She’s cut off by the unexpected inhuman sound she makes when I swiftly slip 3 fingers into her and wiggle them around. I was right – we don’t need help in the lubrication department. She’s wet – really wet. ‘O-oh, fu-‘ Her hips seem to have a mind of. Not a big change, but a helpful one.Two banks of rocket launchers were added to give a means of attacking the Wasps' nests. Two rocket warhead types could be used, one was a poison reservoir and the other was a combination explosion and fire system that was designed to ignite the "paper" used to line the nest. The new fighter was called a "bathtub", and each one carried two of the new machine guns and six rockets.The bathtub was easy to control for anyone with video game experience, so there. "These were taken on day one of the tournament. The usual press shots. Long lenses. They take dozens of each player, hoping for a flash of panties to please the editor. Now, look at these: same players, two days later." He slid a pile of prints across the desk.Dr Wallace studied them, turning over the pile with almost desperate haste. "I see," he said hoarsely. "Any more?" Yes. These are yesterday's. I've asked for another set. We don't have all the players in this bunch of photos, some of them. Gently disengaging from me, she removed her strap-on and guided my facedown to the warmth and sweetness between her legs.Her pussy was so lovely. The girlsmell of her alone would have drawn meon, and I began with delight to plant kisses on her belly and thighs.With a little sigh, she drew her legs apart and settled back againstthe pillows.Soon I was touching the places I had kissed with the tip of my tongueand then licking the warm sweetness of her flesh. Her hands began tostoke my hair..