For what is technology? Is it not simply a tool for accomplishing your needs? You need not understand the technology to utilize it." Susan explained."...ood. For I fear I shall never understand how this is possible." Alice said."I do not understand how that can be so. Did you not direct the changing of nuclear fuel into Bucky-balls during my induction as your High Priestess?" Susan asked."Yes, I did. But to do that, I tapped into many understanding minds. I used their thoughts as building blocks. You know what though? I am okay with that. I am good at what I do. I am also a good judge of character, or at least I think I am, and I think you are a good man. I will try to restrain myself in the future.”Of course, that was easier said than done, but we actually got to be pretty good buds in a short time, good enough that he promised to keep in touch, telling me what he could about the investigation into the slavery angle. I promised to share whatever I learned from others, which had the. I try to flex and stretch your cock up with me. Our fingers interlock as you help me balance while I sensually rise and fall on your cock. It feels amazing. Your breath had been slow and relaxed for a while, with soft moans escaping your lips. But, then you change. Your hips buck me hard to try to go deeper inside me. I release your hands and put my hands on you to relax your hips back down. You scowl at me in uncontained frustration. Oh no.In one swift movement, you lift me off your cock, roll. "Ugh!" she murmured to herself.Then, her mind struggled with the question. HOW?And Connie and Miriam were giggling conspiratorially.Mavis stared. Terry's sleek thighs were drifting farther and farther apart. And the boxer knew what was up there! He was sniffing loudly and pushing his muzzle farther under the tender girl's dress. He knew! She had tender pussy up there! And he was going to get into it! Lap it! Lick it! Fuck it--with his red, slick pole!"You'll have to make me!" Terry yipped in.