She remembered the length and girth of his cock that night. Cock….she laughed to herself. It wasn’t like her to use such language. But that was ex...ctly what it was. Firm and jutting from his body. She was already excited from an extended session of kissing with him that night. She could almost feel the first gasp of penetration. Her combination of excitement and abandon. Then she remembered him slowly picking up the speed of his thrusts. Finally, she could recall her finger softly toying with. I've been living off the fat of the land, so I can do without for once. Want to crash in the other cabin?" No," Tania shook her head. "I still like to cuddle. I can always move if things don't seem to be working." Okay." Tom didn't argue. Tania didn't complain when he turned on the video to watch reasonably current events, putting her head on his belly and drifting off without allowing the flickering screen to bother her; Tom got the audio feed via his implants. Tom managed to drift off himself. . a kind of a pointer to the Resolution desk.The familiar face of the President of the United States of America was standing behind the desk. The ancient warrior face but there was that Andy grin that made people WANT to trust him. Behind him was the pumpkin drapes with gold curtains framing the windows. The view from the windows was very convincing. Secret Service agents could be seen crossing the lawn. Convincing until she noticed that the same agents crossed at the exact same intervals and. He didn’t quite know how to respond, so he didn’t.“Like, right now: every time I move around a little, you take a quick peek down to see if you can see any more of my boobs...”Paul could feel the blood rushing to his face. One second he had been listening to casual pillow talk, the next he was getting ambushed about his voyeuristic impulses. And he thought he’d been so discreet... “I’m guessing you haven’t seen much, though, right?” she pressed him, with a dry smirk.“Uh ... Well, uh ... I...”.