"The casting couch is hard to resist."Nancy gave me a playful nip. "Tell you what, sport. I get to hear the story and you get the best welcome home bl...w job you ever had." Deal." I said instantly.I'd gotten home earlier than I'd thought and Nancy didn't have the bed made, plus she was on her period. I didn't mind, but Nance didn't want to get the couch or the carpet all messy and the towels were still in the dryer. Normally, we'd have been fucking like rabbits about a minute after I got in the. She’s grinning because she’s nailed her man and now thinks she’ll never have to give another BJ in her life.Well, suck on that lady. In, out. In, out. I could feel myself reaching the point of no return. Time for first course of your Christmas feast. For the benefit of our future viewers, I did the usual and pulled out, leaving her mouth gaping like a decked fish.?Keep your tongue stuck out and finish me off with your hands.?I checked the monitors. Perfect. I’d saved up 48 hours and eaten right. It was not uneventful. I had that strange road-bump feeling as I did in September of 2002, but nothing else changed. My minimum-mass requirement continues to decrease at the same rate and everything else is frozen. As I was taking my math test in May, I was down to 5.6e-31 kg, below the rest mass of a single electron. I can basically lock anything now. Well, I do have just a dim fleeting sense of quantum photon and neutrinos, but they zip through my sphere too fast to be studied.We did learn. She asked me what makes me turn on. I said a girl who exposes and touches me makes me turn on. She asked what is the dress I need to see her in. with all passion I told her about my fantasies.One day we planned to go for a movie on coming Friday. We used to meet in college and I can read the lust on her eyes. She asked me what to wear to movie on the Friday. Laughing I answered you have only salwars and you can wear those. She giggled and answered that “If I wear jeans then you cant control.