“Can I touch it?” He asked. OH! YES PLEASE! Said the inner me.“alright,” I managed to stammer.He reached out with a finger and touched the ent...ance to my hole as I held myself open, making me gasp. My swollen clit was poking out from under its hood which he noticed.“What’s this?” touching my clit at the same time. I let out a moan and a gasp.“Sorry, did that hurt?”“No, that’s my clitoris and is very sensitive. It’s a bit like having the end of your penis touched”“I don’t touch that bit, It. "Well, enough with that. Let's get some flying in!" I stoppedwhen I heard my new voice.I sounded just like Nene from the 2040 version. For a minute I was justsmiling to myself, shaking my head. Still doing so, I moved the oldhardsuit effortlessly out of the way of the door and stepped out intothe cold night air. With a jump, and a quick fire from my hip thrusters,I was high up in the air. As gravity started to bring me back down, Iretracted my jump wings and deployed my flight wings. I fired my. " I know somebody who's out of town," Barbara smiled slyly. "Rhonda Reardon. Know where her office is?" Yes." I have a key."The confused welter of emotions that suddenly attacked Laura was hard to swallow. She fiercely wanted Barbara. And yet that somehow made her feel disloyal to Jonelle. More, the mere mention of Rhonda Reardon's name made her burn with jealousy. Evidently Rhonda was another closet lesbian, who had already screwed Yvette, and probably Barbara, who had a taste for beautiful. "That was fast," I said as I opened the door, but rather than the male figure of Mr. Chalmers that I'd been expecting, it was a small, plump 40-something woman."Oh excuse me, Mr. James," she said in a familiar voice. "I know I shouldn't have dropped in unexpectedly." Not at all ... Mrs. Ibarra?" I ended in a question, though I had little doubt of her identity."Please, its Edwina," she reminded me."Of course, please come in!" I stepped aside and waived her in. "I was expecting the technician for.