"It is much larger than anything I have available to me on a non-shared basis. I could make that a permanent home – well, a temporary permanent home... since we will sometimes shut down the H2." Could I detect itchy fingers on Io? "Also, Artemis, we will not need any special cooling device, the H2 is already plumbed for coolant to the computer area; there is a secondary coolant system that runs off the engine. That is why the mileage is lower than anticipated." Ahh. That's what those strange. She wore a pale yellow blouse, not fully transparent but certainly not opaque. She wore a nice blue skirt and a matching jacket and a nice scarf that gave that finished touch. The two items of her dress deliberately avoided were a bra and panties, however, she did wear something that could be considered 'old fashion' but she considered very erotic – stockings and a suspender belt.The day before had unlocked a box of desires that had not seen air for decades, she now wanted a repeat. 'I want. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and I looked at up him. He moved off the bed and onto the floor at the foot of the bed. He leaned in and grabbed my hips with both hands and he dragged me to the foot of the bed with my ass on the edge. I closed my eyes and put my head back just as he began to lick me. All over. His tongue roamed over my lips. Between my lips. Over my opening. He avoided my clitoris with great skill considering how frantically he was licking me. I fought down the moans and. She had remembered that I had been the Tuesday stud. I wasn’t completely unremembered in Hollywood already. She reclined more than sat on the bench seat, and I sank to the floor between her knees. After coaxing her panties off her famously shapely legs, I buried my face in her muff, tasting her honey fully, while she purred and guided my head with her bejeweled hands. Everything was at her command, with her guidance. I was just a joy stick—again, like the other time. Or so I thought initially..