Footsteps retreating... Pulling free from your grip and with your juices coating my lips and chin, I stand and pull you up from the chair… your eyes... sparkling with mischief. I bend to kiss you, sharing the taste of you, your tongue eager and willing to clean me, hungry for my mouth as I am for yours. My cock is a rock squeezed between us, your nipples hard against my chest… I run my fingers from the nape of your neck down your back, feeling the skin tighten following my gentle touch, running. "These damned breasts!" she let out with a frustrated grunt,accentuating her frustrations with her arms. "I pace and they stillbounce all around! What the hell are they good for?!" They look really hot in that top, that's what," Karen remarkedsarcastically."You're not helping Karen," Mark replied, equalling her friend'ssarcasm. "Aren't you a bit miffed at just sitting here waiting? Whatcan we do?" These are living quarters, right?" Karen said, getting up from thecouch in which she was. First off, let me begin by saying that I did not marry Linda because I thought that she was brilliant. I married her because she was a willing and good fuck, hotter than hell, and had a pleasing personality. Like most engineers, I had multiple reasons for the decision as you can see. I also considered that time might take one or maybe even two of those admirable qualities away from her, but even if any one of those was left she'd still be worth spending time with.Unh unh, I was wrong. As far as. I knew that no matter how strange she appeared or what powers she has, she was a good person. Even in the real world where these types of people only appear in comics, I felt that if she wanted to, she could take over the world. But she chose to help people, never looking for praise, just doing what she wanted to do, save a life or many and then fly off onto the next rescue. She really inspired me to write those articles and stand up for what I believed, to fight my bosses every step of the way.