Let me wash you with my tongue, my body, my cum." When I stepped out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, I pictured you standing just a bit away, far ...nough that you couldn't touch me. I unwrapped just one breast and circled the nipple with my finger, looking out as if looking at you. I licked my finger and began tracing the other nipple and imagined you watch as it got hard, pointing toward you as if beckoning. Of course, by this time, you would be hard and dripping yourself, almost bursting. . I think it will already be very aware of this conversation."As if I would do such a thing, I thought, intrigued by the turn the conversation had taken ... and the fact that Xavier had chosen to explore these ideas with Zara, initially, rather than with me. Not that it actually made a difference — I was, of course, constantly monitoring them down to the molecular level — but it was an additional factor to consider. Xavier had spent virtually all his life in laboratories, trusted machines far. I thought that was funny. The sex was a blur of orgasms, and when I started to nod off from sheer exhaustion, they fixed me another drink and told me that it would energize me. Earlier they had made comment about taking ecstasy, so I suspected they had put some in the drink. Normally I don't indulge, but have tried it before, and accepted the drink. They were right, I wasn't sleepy anymore, and they were fun to be around. Early that morning, while still dark outside, we went out to the hotel. I looked over my shoulder and then squinted. Liz looked around me."Brian, who's the hippy chick?" Damned if I know." I started to pull back but Liz rode with me."No! Don't pull out until you shrink. I want to feel you in me longer." Oh, fuck it. I pushed back into Liz and we just lay there on the bale of hay kissing. I wasn't sure I was going to shrink.Finally, I did start to soften and when I slipped out of Liz she sighed. I rolled off and dusted the hay off her bare butt before I pulled her.