It was one-way only. No information could come in, but I took a second to wave at the security monitors around me and the world that was now watching....f I succeeded in my mission, I would use this diagnostic channel to output the Nikahaldi library to the world. Perhaps the world saw me grimace when I looked back down at the guard station console. The fuzzy-logic security system was flashing a blue-level warning. It had tagged me as (hostile, potential) which had activated the building's. Ahhhhh..mmmm” & said” presss harderrrr… I love when they get pressed harderr.” she said” i always think about u while i am pressing them, when ever i mastrubate”.. I got realy turned on then, i immedialtely bent down & took a boob in my mouth, i could take only 1/4 of it, but i sucked real hard at it almost chewing with my teeth, while my other hand was on the right boob sqeezing real hard at the nipples, pinching them. Swati moaned loudly ” oooooooooooo… Abbbbaaaaaaaa .. Inkaaaaaaaaa gatttiga. While I was talking to Moose one morning I saw him moving his hands. He was telling me slowly in sign to stand up and block the monitor. I have a younger brother who was deaf and back in school Moose asked me to teach him how to sign so he could talk to him the way I did. I was happy to do it because the more people who could sign, the happier my brother was.I figured he had something to tell me and didn't want it on tape where anyone heard or saw it. So I stood up and did as he said, but about. As our relationship progressed, I could not be in the same room as my son and feel his masculine presence - can not stop thinking about what his seed tastes like, his hardness between my legs as it moved so deliciously and filled me like I have never been filled in my life. Even the smell of him - as he works himself into a lather as he pumps rapidly into his mother. As the weeks progressed, it was becoming increasingly difficult to be maternal with my son.I should thank god that my husband is.