I’d get so horny. I’d love if she took my tip in her mouth, kept going with her hands. A finger up my ass. Jiggling it gently. And kept massaging ...y tip with her lips, with her tongue and with hand. Taking turns. I’d love to blow my load in her mouth, but not just yet. Savour the pleasure a little longer. First I’d like to slip my finger under her nightdress. Run it up and down her slit, her clit. Part her pussy gently, feel her wetness. Her wetness is her invitation. Come in! I’d wet my finger. He later said he could always feel me, and knew I was okay, but couldn’t figure out a way to “send” me anything from his mind.Then, one night, I was asleep in my “room”, as my interrogators like to call it, when the guard opened the door and Bobby came in. He told me to get dressed and not to ask him any questions, because he had to concentrate to be able to get us out of wherever we were. I was pretty sure we were underground, and suspected it was Cheyenne Mountain, because of the Air Force. ”“You just look forward to me cumming,” I could hear her grin as she squirmed on my erection. Another precious spark of humour.“That too,” I grinned, “your cums are very special.”“I didn’t think they’re supposed to go on so long.”“Nobody is average in every single way,” I kissed her neck, “and if they were they’d be ordinary wouldn’t they?”“I wouldn’t mind being ordinary.”“You are ordinary. Completely normal. Just with some special things to make people fall in love with you.”“You can’t really. "I did," she swallowed. "Would you hurry with the tattoo? I'm getting pretty horny."Randi's face dipped, and she looked at Laura with mock seriousness from under her heavy eyelids. "You always horny, Miss Laura. You hornier than any guy I ever knew."Smiling coquettishly, she hooked her thumbs under the elastic band of her panties and began inching them down her firm, gleaming thighs. At first Laura's eyes were on the thighs, but then they quickly drifted to the skin of Randi's flat belly and.