When Rosa confirmed her assumption, Katie grinned innocently and tapped her skull. ‘You don’t need to talk about it Rosa. I just use my little gra... cells to have a crack at it.’ ‘Gray cells?’ Rosa asked with a discerning demeanor. ‘Is that one of those master detective metaphors those people use to think?’ ‘Well, no, it’s a technique a lot of detective use to solve a mystery properly. Master Detective Poirot would roll over his grave if he sees people using technology this time of the. I could hear a squishing noise as he worked them in and out of me. I sucked on his neck and let him fuck me with his hand. I rubbed his cock through his jeans and he moaned.“Do you have a place where we can go, Matt?” I asked, panting, “I want you! We should go get naked!”“I live a couple of miles from here. You want to follow me or do you want to hop in?”“Let me follow you. It’ll make it easier later.”He had a nice apartment off of Southport Road, a second floor walk-up with a balcony. Five o'clock rolls around and we all end up in the bar downstairs from work. 3 drinks down and his hand is up my skirt again pressing on the wet material of my panties, mine is rubbing his cock through his trousers under the table. We both make our excuses and leave making our way back upstairs to the office. I excuse myself to the bathroom and after find him sitting on his chair in the office in the dark. I lock the door and walk over to him. I stand over him and he looks up at me and finally. .. over the next few daycycles, I watched as he brought what appeared to be many long, dried sticks, and began to shape them with his hands and with things I did not understand. I had seen the landwalkers create things, before, of course, but the concepts and methods were all foreign to me. Yet I caught one clear thought from DeepSinger: I'm making something for us. Trust me. The concept of trust was new to me, but I was learning it meant to expect good things. And so I trusted him, since he.