Reflexively, my hand went down to my crotch. I cupped this pussy. Mypussy. My vagina. The edge of my hand came up between my labia, slowly, exquis...tely. Itreached up near my clittie and I felt a wave of intoxicating warmth,pressure, sensation. My hands worked together and spread my outer lipsto show me that bulging, glistening, tiny bud. With only a fingertip, Itouched it and heard myself emit an audible moan. My clitoris. Itouched it again. Its size belied the immensity of its. Then he brought his mouth to her ear and whispered, “Whatever I said or whatever you heard me say, know this, Reina Kelly, you’re the only woman I want. You’re the only woman who has ever made me feel like I mattered.”“Answer one question, Chad, and I can put this to rest,” she spoke carefully, “Why did you tell Clarence that Savannah gave you the best head you ever had after you told me last night that you never touched her?”His confusion suddenly lifted, he laughed, “Ah, I’ve hurt your. His exposed groin was an easy and vulnerable target. With a wicked gleam in her eye, she leaned forward and opened her mouth wide."Yes, Professor Smith, I think just a touch of a head cold. I think that... oh!" He muffled his surprise with a quick cough. His head twisted to her, his cock. "Yes, sir. That's right."He waved her away, obviously unable to keep his attention on the conversation with such an arousing pair of lips busily titillating his prick. She batted her eyelashes up at him, doing. They bore a close resemblance to the 6x6, 1,000 Kg (2½-ton) truck that the Earth armies have been using for years. The main difference that I could see from a quick glance was that these trucks had a longer body. The bed must have been about 30% longer than the ones that NATO used. I guessed that the load capacity was around 1,200-1,500 Kg. From the smell, they were not powered by gasoline, but I couldn't tell what the fuel actually was. If they were diesel and could be made to run off of local.