Over and over I run my hands across her body. I apply just the right pressure in spots that are tight, and silky soft caresses everywhere else. I slid... my hands down her body, reveling in the feel of the oil on her already satin smooth skin. She shaved today, her pubic mound is smooth, and the folds of her pussy are glistening with moisture. I begin to massage each side of her groin, her heat flowing from her into my hands, through my body and into my cock, which throbs in my sweatpants. She. “I’ve never tried. Where would I put it?”Mac smirked. “Hell, I don’t know! On the moon?”Lisa laughed at the thought, then became more serious. “Why are you so interested all of a sudden?”Macario sighed. “Your mind-ship.”“What about it?” Lisa frowned at him.“We can’t get enough battery power to run the ship’s drive. We need an alternate source of energy.”“You want to use me as a battery backup?” Lisa asked, smiling at the silliness of the idea.“Well, not exactly,” Mac admitted. “Your nuclear. Andrea worked her hand into the open fly of my shorts and tugged at my cock until she had it exposed, and began fondling it. With her other hand, she pulled her skirt until it slid down her legs, then tugged it off over her feet.I noticed a motion in my rear view mirror and watched April pull her t-shirt off. She reclined on the back seat nude and began masturbating her pussy with eyes closed, probably imagining the guy at McBurgers I thought. As we traveled down the highway, cars and trucks. The Internet was great for that. I was shocked to see that on one of the major cable stations, there was a promo for my silly reality TV show.The voice over was by some gravely voiced dude. I had no idea who he was, or if he was supposed to be someone I should know. "Maxine Stone is a real Private Eye, not some TV show bullshit," he said. "If you want to know what her life is like, take a look at the old web TV shows. They were made of her real life last year. If you already know, then hang on.