“Here’s my idea. You have memories stretching back damn near forever. You know things you don’t even know you know. In a mesh, all those memorie...s are bare to the others in the mesh. Humans aren’t any better at sorting and cataloging information than Companions, so those memories are of limited use. Mac’s a computer, sentience and all. Computers excel at sorting and cataloging large amounts of data. I want him to store and sort as many of your memories, related to technology, as he can. Then, he. It would be all right if she pressed back just a teeny bit more, surely? He sighed. “You’re getting too hot,” he whispered. “I’ve got just the thing to cool you down.” She heard the duvet rustle, but she was glad that he hadn’t drawn away from her. “Wow.” She couldn’t help that as she felt something really cool. Her rosebud tingled with the cool, and not unpleasant, sensation. He had oh so gently rubbed something on which was definitely cooling, but the effect. "No hands ... remember the rules." I ease a little closer and let my cock barely touch your cheek. You feel its warmth coming through my shorts. I rub against your cheek then pull back. Then I move to your other cheek and rub my cock there. The rubbing is making me harder now. You press your cheek toward my cock. That's OK ... just, no hands. I let you rub your cheek against me. I feel your warmth now. I move my cock across to your mouth and let you press your lips on it. I pull back again so. “Brad, what you did for Pete goes beyond playing hockey. Thank you so much!” Coach Green said, giving him a brief hug.“I’m glad I was there to help him,” he modestly replied. The assistant coaches and training staff also thanked him. Once the last person had shaken Brad’s hand, the Kingston players raised their sticks as a thank you to the fans. That gesture was greeted with more appreciative cheers from the Falcons fans.“Jim and Ken, in all my years of covering CHL hockey games I’ve never.