. test it and tell us if it will withstand whatever stress you can put it through. We need to know its limits, its strengths and any weaknesses.”“...Aye, Aye, Captain,” he responded – then he was gone in a flash of gray as he blew past me.I followed him up, and my four Eagles were waiting for him at the top.Not only did he take it vertical – he took it through a series of 180° vertical, snap-spins on the way up. This newest model looks as if Adam and Carlton have hit the jackpot. This little Baby. I was not disappointed as the hand now was exactly between my legs on my clean shaver pussy. One finger of that invisible hand was now rubbing at the center of my triangle, a bit up, a bit deep, in out, in and out.Certainly, this cannot be a medical procedure. Nevertheless, I wanted it more of it and didn’t want it to stop. I shivered, bit my teeth and exploded with another orgasm. The room was perhaps pitch dark. Those magic hands then moved up along my belly and held my breasts lightly and. Her mound was plump and the hairs on it hinted at the full bush she must have had before the ageing process had started to diminish the hairiness of her sex. I was sure that area had never seen a razor and although the hairs covered an area from just under her belly and the top of her hairy triangle was wide the actual coverage was sparse. As with most women her age what her pubes lacked in number they made up for in length as they were no longer as tightly curled as in her teenage years but. “What’s going through that beautiful head of yours?” More silence. “I got scared,” Sarah finally said, her voice quivering a little. “Scared? Scared of what?” More silence. Sarah put down the dishes she was washing and sat down across from me at the table. “Do you know how much sex we’ve had this week?” Sarah asked. “Yes I do,” I answered, “I was there when we did it. And I learned a lot. You have taught me things that I might never have learned.” “I’m serious,” she said. “I’ve had more sex.