Suddenly, her body seemed to relax, becoming heavy as she sagged downward upon me. I felt a shiver passing through her; her hands stopped moving. The ...hiver passed, and the fucking fingers stilled. But those of her other hand, those dainty, rubbing fingers began moving again; though more slowly and gently than before. Another shiver passed through her, only this time the fingers kept moving as a bit of fluid seeped around her fingers. Abigail stopped then; her only movement being the removal of. He showed them some of the prototype results and they are over the moon about the whole concept. They are pressuring the USPTO for immediate action, AND they want broader tests as soon as possible in both a major metropolitan area, such as the city, and a rural area. They’re almost pressuring us to move faster.”Tom chuckled, “I was thinking of the city as one test bed, and St. Croix for the rural area test bed. The island has good cellphone coverage but their Internet speeds suck. I think the. “What about you?” Betty asked, “Do you come to build muscle?”“That’s the intention, but I seem to have a hit a block lately,” I said somewhat despondently.“You look good,” said Jean-Louis, “don’t you think so, Sweetheart?”“Absolutely!” she said enthusiastically, “do you do it for the girls?”“No,” I said, as if the thought had never crossed my mind.“Really?” She took my left bicep in her hand and squeezed it. “Go on, give us a feel, flex it.” I duly obliged. “Wow, nice and hard!” “Nice. Our mouths collide and I hold on to him for dear life, determined not to let him get away, absolutely resolved to feel that pink tongue of his against mine even if his teeth cut up my lips in the process.Luckily, this Dryth is a clever one, open-minded and quick on the uptake. It just takes him only a fraction of a second to catch on to what I’m doing, to recognize that it’s all good, and to join in enthusiastically. Within seconds, he has mastered the fine art of French kissing and—oh my.