.”“...get your panties off!” Mel finished up for her. They both went off into peals of girlish laughter.“Shit!” Jake muttered from behind th... wheel.“You're really going to do it, aren't you?” I continued.“Do him, you mean, don't you?” Sue shot back, leering seductively.“Yeah, that,” I affirmed.“Well of course I am, sweetie. You were warned, after all,” she averred brazenly. “And your lovely wife is going to do him too, remember. But not until I've had dibs,” she added with a warning glance at. Promise me. Promise me, Hex.”I sighed. She knew that if she extracted my promise, I would keep it. “Okay, love. Okay. I promise not to try to use it. At least until it’s been tested, and you’re satisfied with its safety.” I turned to Romy. “Do you have blueprints? Know how to construct the system?”“Yes.”“Could we install a grid, mesh, whatever, on Earth?”“Yes. Just bear in mind that we ... my creators, that is, never managed to move more than about four hundred kilos at a time with this. It. Judy had had several brushes with lesbianism: in high school, during her gymnastics career, and while she had been a dancer. In high school there had been hesitant experimentation at slumber parties, although not by Judy herself. Two of her girl friends, whose reputations were already shot, had tussled wildly one night, thighs driving into pussies, while Judy and the other pajama-clad fifteen-year-olds had watched, giggling nervously.On the gymnastics tour there had been a lesbian romance that. They were, of course, mostly female but there were one or two males as well. It surprised her that the Ink Master was just as fierce in his taking of the male's anal entryway as well as the females and that Bojana added to their excitement by stroking the poor lost male's equipment until it fired off endless rounds of white liquid onto the black leather backrest. The groans and grunts of copulation of the most depraved sort filtered into her consciousness like little needles of stimulation not.