I came all over his tongue, coating him in my juices, my pussy pulsating, seeping its juices all over the sheets.He slowly crawled up to me and kissed...me on the lips whilst I panted and sighed. I got myself together and it was time for the throatpie.He was already rock hard when I went down on him, going down on me always did this to him. I sprayed my throat with some deepthroat spray, it numbs it slightly so that you don’t gag which really helped me. I got onto my knees and told him to stand. I looked for that avatar that sends my heart racing. Needed you to chat into my hot passion of that moment. To satisfy my need as you have done every time in the past. Needed your words to guide my hands over and in my naked body. Baby! Needed you bad to satisfy my desires and spend the hours of the night with me. Oh! My Fantasy Man where are you tonight?!Wanted your sex! To taste it! To touch it! To feel it enter into my craving pussy! Mmmmmm Fantasy Man, I miss you so much! Your absence is. How can I thank you?”“Oh, Libby, you know perfectly well how you’re going to thank me.”She rolled the scarf a couple of times and tied it loosely around her neck. It looked fabulous.We talked.“What is your favourite word?” she asked.I thought for a moment. “Ridiculous.”She looked a tiny bit annoyed. “My question?”“No, the word ‘ridiculous.’”She smiled. “Why?”“Because it is, itself, ridiculous.”Her hand frequently held mine, stroked my leg under the table, caressed me. We took a cab to her flat.. He missed Gaby, too, but he was accomplished at pushing worries and concerns into a little box in his mind, and closing the door. He was totally focused on the problem, and running one scenario after another through his mind, searching for a solution.Flan’s wife Joyce was still at Texas A&M, working on an idea for an electric furnace. She was confident that, in six months, she could have a furnace small enough to fit in a satellite, and efficient enough to be run by solar panels and batteries..