Her pussy clamped onto his cock as she milked him as he pumped into her.’ Oh god’ he breathed ‘I’m cumming’ ‘Wait. I want you on my face!�...�� She cried. She pulled herself off him and turned to kneel facing him on the bed. He’d clamped his penis in his hand to prevent himself from cumming there and then but the sight of her upturned face and eager tongue protruding from her hungry mouth sent him over the edge. He wanked his cock hard and fast as he leaned over her and aimed at her face.He lost. “That might work.” He closed his eyes for about 30 seconds, thinking furiously about mechanisms that might do that. “It could be done intuitively, of course,” he said. “But anything done that way can be detected and undone by the other side.”“We don’t need to hide things forever,” Jan said, “just long enough to get ourselves out of their range.”“No, that’s not the only bad scenario,” Boris said. “We can’t ignore the possibility that one of us might be captured.”“In that case, it would only have. “Excuse me?” You ask and she claps her hands together and heads around you and a pile of costumes to a rack situated near the front door.“You can be Bo Peep, you know, Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep.” The lady says over her shoulder at you and you frown.“Isn’t that a woman’s costume?” You ask. She waves a hand as she shifts through the costumes on the rack.“Think of how funny it would be, I would bet you could win a contest if you went as Bo Peep.” She says.You think it odd that she. You’re going to overwhelm him for me.”“Yes, yes, for you,” moaned Alice. “Mmm, yes. My strong husband. We’re going to fuck the FDA.”“Damn,” I groaned, burying my face into the nape of her arching neck as her pussy clenched down hard on me.“Fuck, fuck, fuck me, Frank. I need to cum. I’m so hot. I’m always so hot and horny. I love it.”“Then cum, my bimbo slut. My horny wife.”“Your horny, bimbo whore!”Alice’s pussy spasmed about my dick. Her flesh spasmed, milking my dick, making me tremble. My.