When it was Rob's turn, I whispered in his ear, slide a finger into me, But your husband said no he replied, I don't care, do as I say. He slid a fing...r into my bald, very wet pussy, I opened my legs wider, took his face in my hands and tongue kissed him hard. Hey, no touching, my husband said, Don’t be such a prude I said, it is too much of a tease, I need this. What about the rest of us? one of Rob’s mates asked. How exciting I thought, a little fingering and kissing is fairly safe and such a. This one, however, reminded me of those marvelous encephalopods - octopi, and squid and cuttlefish. A mesmeric display of coloured lights floated through the squamous skin, there being no notable pattern. Perhaps like the chameleon it depended on mood, but it could just as well be a form of insanely complex communication. The Martians had often been compared with octopi, being massive of brain and eyes, very little body to talk of, with tentacles that carried and propelled them. The Martians. .. what was that phrase ... Oh! Your 'extramarital' activities?'Béla chuckled at the phrase she knew he would never use to her face regarding her sexual proclivities. 'He may not say it to me, but he does think it, doesn't he?' Béla replied, half thinking to herself, now. 'It pleases him that I fly free, yet return to him at day's end. But like any male, he wants to be the only one I love.''Do you feel threatened by the fact that I could give him that, while you cannot?' Annalisa asked, daring. Fifteen minutes later, Bobby said, “He’s asleep.”“Let’s go,” I said, starting the car.I might not have gotten enough trackers, but I had thought of other things. I had a cheap pair of handcuffs with me, and a stuff-bag, designed for camping. It would make a nice hood, though.I parked next to the Malibu and told Bobby to see if he could manipulate the lock to Shithead’s room while we were still in our car. He’d studied the locks of the places we’d stayed, but it wasn’t smooth sailing. It took.