I felt someone touching my cheek. I got scared. I suddenly pulled my seat forward. I slept off again.After some time it was uncomfortable to sit like ...hat, so again I pushed my seat back. After about fifteen minutes, the guy behind me started touching my cheek again. I wanted to see how far he would go. He started to move his hands behind my neck too which was turning me on. I acted as though I was fast asleep. He started to pinch my neck which was hurting me. I still lay motionless. Then I. "Gently," I urged as the discomfort of her actions distracted from the pleasure.She smiled and kissed along the shaft, then returned to the head; laving it with her tongue before taking me back into her mouth. I groaned as her lips encircled my shaft, her nose nuzzling amongst my pubes."Did I hurt you?" she asked as she quickly retreated."No, that felt wonderful."She beamed and swallowed me again, the tight confinement providing incredible sensations. I took hold of her head, guiding her slowly. Germaine, you’ll probably understand this next part best: the yentas in my family were so into guilt and their culture that I’m inhibited in making passes at women, unless they are extremely explicit and provocative.“Lucy, Germaine and I had been experimenting with a couple of acts, which are especially interesting to women that might not want to be penetrated. To use the vernacular, these are titfucking and thigh fucking. Germaine is just large enough for titfucking, but the act definitely. Just LOOK at it. The whole image, a book page, photograph or even an ENTIRE ROOM! Let my brain capture the WHOLE THING!!! All in one image. It would be automatically stored.The real neat thing was my new Spirit had the ability to sift and review images. I now had a perfect ... well, maybe not so perfect ... photographic memory. Images would be easy to scan and later I could retrieve the pieces needed from them at the time they are necessary.Of course, no matter what I did, I was wrong. Marilyn.