Bob glimpsed the reflection of him on a cooling bank's chrome surface. The crisp touch of ice on his reflected image made him feel warm and comfortabl... inside the suit. His head though was still swimming in the haze from the drug soup he'd taken that morning. He called out to Schneider who was standing a dozen feet away, running last-minute diagnostics on yet another control panel himself:"Uhm, Kurt? I think I'm nauseous." It's the tetra-di-cynocytin-based inhibitors. There's always some. Through touch, I explored her stretched cleft, felt her soft, downy pubes, and found her clitoris, caressing it gently. My cock swelled making her feel even tighter; impossibly tight.Addison smiled softly. “Are you all the way in?” She explored with a clench that almost hurt me.“No. Just a bit,” I told her, still caressing her clit.“A bit?” she asked in surprise. “Just a bit? Seriously?”Clearly her pain had faded. I smiled. “More than enough,” I assured her. It was. Not even a third of me. He's an artist." Jesus H. Christ! Are you crazy?"I laughed. I couldn't stop the laugh from boiling out, and once it started, I couldn't stop it."Control yourself, Darren." Sorry," I said and laughed a little more. "That felt good. I've been dreading this conversation with you, and your reaction was priceless." If you've been dreading the conversation you must have known I wouldn't approve. I don't." You're being narrow-minded, which isn't like you. Hear me out before you become judgmental." All. ’ He adds another emoticon, this time a wink, and asks, clearly changing the subject, ‘Everything quiet on your end?’ 
 ‘Yes, everyone’s gone to school or work.’ 
 ‘Why aren’t you at work, too, Miss Kitty?’ 
 ‘I needed a mental health day,’ I say, playing it off, not willing to let him know I have taken the day because I know he’s off and I want to be with him. This obsession is getting to be more serious than I know how to handle. 
 ‘Wanna play?’ he asks. If he were speaking into my ear, I.