Carrie was used to dealing with these types of people. Some of her clients were multi-national corporations so she was at ease. I, on the other hand, ...ated the stuffy old bastards and their silicon trophy wives with a passion. So I hid behind the mask of my job — I was representing the newspaper, a charter member of the Chamber — and I was not there as a participant.We danced and ate and socialized. Carrie was a hit and gradually she even managed to pull portions of my personality into the open. The images were captured in multiple wave lengths too, allowing for a fourth dimension in the analysis.The fly-pasts had been a triumph, the detail was phenomenal; and to show their openness, all decrypting algorithms were made public, allowing any university in the world to pick up the transmission from Uranus and Neptune. From Earth and the closer planets, the beaming technology proved so good that few receiving stations outside China could pick up the pictures directly, but the CNSA (Chinese. Went she came out of the saloon she was walking a little gingerly but with an interesting smile on her face. She told Jim it hurt like hell but it felt so sexy seeing as how the only thing she had on was the mini dress. As Ann walked out of the saloon on to the street where Jim was waiting sitting on a bus bench, as a little breeze blew up toward Ann, she told Jim the wind under the dress felt like someone tongue was licking her vagina. Jim got up and put his hand under the front of Ann dress. After coating it with honey, I spread my legs and asked him if he had a good view of my dripping pussy. He moaned, so I figured his view was just fine.I slid the cucumber back and forth along my slit, loving the feel of the sticky honey and my juices mixing. I stopped now and then to rub the mixture over my clit and between my folds with my fingers. My legs were quivering, and my pussy was throbbing with need. I had to have something inside me, and the cucumber was it. I placed the smaller end.