You’re looking straight into my eyes inches from my face as your mouth stretches into a pink “O”. I can’t tell if the sounds you’re making a...re sighs or giggles. I can’t tell how much of your ecstasy is real, and how much is put on to torture me, but slowly it subsides, and you hold me close, kissing me slowly and lovingly as your breathing steadies. Finally, you relax your grip and look down. My aching cock is still straining up. You see it, and smile. “I’m sorry, that was so cruel of me wasn’t. Trying to distract myself from what was to come, I found myself studying her from behind. As always, I was awestruck by the skill and science that she embodied, a true blend of warm flesh and gleaming silver. I watched, fascinated as plasma was conveyed through clear tubing along her spine, wondering if it was being pumped by an organic heart or some mechanical contraption implanted within her chest. I had, of course, asked, many times over, about the nature of her being, my own curiosity too. I guess it's because it's... wrong. You know? Not supposed to do this. Not with another girl." I know," Laura smiled. "I want you badly enough to do it right here." Your neighbors will think you're a lesbo, girl." They probably already do." You think they're listening? Trying to hear what it sounds like when I come?" I'll bet they are." We should give them a good show."They reached Laura's apartment. She shut and bolted the door behind them. Randi looked at her watch."We've got two and a half. “No one is going to get in any trouble,” I remarked. I stepped in front of her, my bare chest at eye level. Her breathing was labored and I could tell she was nervous. I reached out and took her hand and placed it directly on my bare chest. “Do you feel that heartbeat?” I asked. “Yes, sir,” she replied as I held her hand on my chest. “It is connected to other body parts that are as equally strong,” I remarked. I could see her thinking. “Jenna Thompson,” I remarked, “I like the name Jenna..