The touch made her shiver. I moved my tongue over her lips and kissed her lips with mine. She opened her mouth slightly and I kissed her passionately ...ushing my tongue in and held her tightly. The kiss became more passionate as the time grew and my hand moved on to her boobs and started pressing her. She moaned and became very desperate. I was pressing her boob's alternative like mad and slowly moved my hand to pull the t shirt. She was wearing a black lacy bra which was unhooked in a second. Just the pod—no wings, no booms, no tail. I guess I thought of that because of my work scanning the artifacts at the Hill Aerospace Museum in Utah. The old Flying Boxcar was designed to haul cargo—and rated for 65 troops. Messenger of the Gods could only handle about a third of that—and then the troops had to be very friendly and the mission of limited duration. Baby Huey, the artificial intelligence running the ship, was a new AI and the ship was old, so old that it had been built without AI.. He ate already so he was there for a chat. It dawned on us that we knew each other and he leaned forward and he shoved his big tongue to my mouth for a very hot passionate kiss. We picked up where we left off. He happen to be traveling north east on Highway 94 and would be going by my hometown. He got a room at a motel and had a great time. I don't usually get fucked but at one point I wanted him to sit on the chair in the corner of the room. He sat down and I got up on his lap and lowered my. . have you put that vibrator on…Big D.”Fuck. A part of me still wanted to keep up the pretence of the situation. I liked her thinking I was big D. It may not have been the humiliation I wanted to serve but it was in many ways. I reached for the tickle feather and stretched out my spare hand and tickled her nipples. How Julia giggled and giggled. Wiggling around and around. Those big mountains dancing.“Big D… Big D… what have you done to me… I can’t stop giggling… you’re looking at my boobs now.