. but it's tense boredom because one never knows. Then there's the 8 percent spent doing busywork and the final 2 percent is terror. The bastards are ...hooting at ME!"With the excavator in the pit, 90 percent is on your knees doing not so mindless work with the trowel, 8 percent busywork: measuring, leveling, checking walls, writing boring field survey sheets of finding nothing, and 2 percent "chink" Oh shit! get out the brush and the chopsticks ... what is it? ... what is it? ... is it. I kiss her throat and my hands rush up and down her body touching and feeling as much of her nakedness as I can, adding to her stimulation. Her body begins to relax as her climax subsides and for a moment my thoughts return to my own needs. I’m so close to cumming, it would be so easy to bring myself off. With a few long, deliberate thrusts my cock would erupt inside Talia’s molten depths. But a look on Talia’s face causes me to hold back. Her eyes remain unfocused and her head lolls from side. The hairs on my neck stood up. The figure was even in my current posture. I raised an arm. The figure on the screen raised an arm. As to whether or not the program could control it... me... I had to test it.In the Command area, I entered "Correct hair length to Navy standards for 1980." (I was long overdue for a haircut, even by my current un-military standards, and this would provide a harmless but dramatic test. I clicked the "send" button.Suddenly, I felt a bit of a tingle. I touched my. One Saturday afternoon I was "exploring" and decided to shave off all my pubic hair, then hair from my legs, chest and arm pits. The feeling was amazing and my cock looked so good! I loved the feeling! Then, out of no where, literally minutues after I finished, Matt called and wanted to drop by. Damn it, I was hoping to put in some porn, apply some nipple clamps, hump a dildo, tease and deny myself until i had a ruined orgasim, but I said ok come on over. Hell it was Saturday afternoon and.