Then she finished the job, and pulled down my panties as well. She took a long look at my naked body, and seemed very impressed. She put her hand out,...and I took it. She pulled me in there with her, and I was towards the shower head, with my back to it. Then she came over to my ear."Have you ever been with a white woman?" she whispered."I've just fooled around a little bit, but that's it," I whispered back.She nodded, and then actually began feeling me up. She didn't even ask, but I liked it. We were fascinated and we wanted more.With our ears we took in sounds. We listened to words and the visceral onomatopoeia of passion. We listened to ideas and emotions. We listened to new languages. Some we understood and some we had to decipher. We listened with our ears and our bodies. We let the sounds flow over us. They came from the mouths of our lovers and from the world around us, and we let our own sounds emerge, meet, and mingle with them.Our noses treated us to the most raw of. Jackson switched back and forth, seeming to gain new energy each time, prolonging his stamina. As the extended fuck session went on both girls seemed to be right on the brink of orgasm several times but Jackson always switched to the other girl before they could get there, probably deliberately.Finally Jackson pulled out for the last time and flopped down on the bed beside them.“Finish me with your mouths.” He commanded urgently. Tegan climbed off of Candy and got on the other side of Jackson. As you built the 'pattern', you also 'focused' on the outer focal points that established the pattern. Markus never had taught me how to do gate patterns. It was always: 'later'.I was so excited by this revelation, that I didn't bother with my watchers. I even waved cheerfully at the spots where I knew they were, or at the cameras. I felt buoyed, and filled with new energy. I knew what I was going to do. I was going to build a gate, and go visit my homeworld!The feeling of tightness in my.