"Felicia, come here. I'd like to show you something." Yes, ma'am," she answered, scarily. She probably thought her job was in jeopardy.I led her to th... free-standing dressing mirror that I inherited from my grandmother. I loved looking at myself--5'8", 120 pounds, auburn hair, green eyes and always sexually charged--in this mirror. With my hands on her shoulders, I said "Look at yourself, Felicia. Now look at me looking at you. This is how other people look at you. Admiringly. They see a. I had to bury my face in his neck to quiet my moans, and found that even the smell of his sweat was erotic. The walls of my pussy began to squeeze him tighter, and I felt him grow more tense, too. His thrusts came faster. His body slid over my clit. I… Im gonna… Lookatme, he moaned out, all as one word. Kellie, look at me. I pulled away as little as I could, and he did the same. His beautiful eyes locked with my own. Oh G-! Simultaneously, he pressed his lips to mine and thrust as deeply into. The idea was that in case of an emergency, the military could work together with the computers.One significant bit of irony was that Texas supposedly wasn't the intended missile target. They had meant to indicate Colorado Springs (home to NORAD) on their screens, but had obviously gotten it really wrong. If they had actually plotted it using a computer, the right map location would have shown and the Synthetic Intelligences behind the attack probably would have discovered the truth a lot. " I shouldn't have left..." I should have talked to him..." Why didn't I think..."BLAH-THE-FUCK-BLAH!"How much longer is this going to go on?" I asked the people at my table.They looked at Brandi who was talking to Bianca. I sighed--obviously, the old group had decided Doctor Larson would be the one having this particular discussion with me."Are there more kids around?" I asked."Really?" Elizabeth asked. She was getting too fond of raising that eyebrow at me."Bianca has been pooh-poohing around.