I hope your panties stayed clean?" Clarissa smiled, interrupting her friend's musings.A sharp jet of hot piss shot from between Amanda's lips, arching... well aimed to the triangle formed by the wall, a rain pipe, and the ground. She knew this avoided unnecessary backsplash."Panties? They were hanging on one of Mom's tomato plants!" Amanda laughed. "I was straddling her bed of basil, I couldn't spread my legs far enough with them around my ankles."Laughing made Amanda's hard jet strain from its. Morg, getting into the same mindset, had offered his improvement by suggesting instead of single missiles use a salvo of missiles in a group — nest them together.Having developed the pattern of self education with their PDAs, the trio began looking at bringing their presently fanciful ideas back to the present limits of technology.TJ envisaged an unmanned vessel, an up scaled version of the missile, which could be carried by a mother ship, dispatched out to the limits of communication, saunter. Not to this extent.I felt how wet his cock had become from my sliding up and down it flat over his belly. We had both begun to moan quite regularly from the stimulation, and I was panting as Myles slid a finger between my pussy lips to play with my clit. He looked into my eyes as he did it, intensely—it was as if I couldn’t look away, I was so hypnotized by his ice-blue gaze.He wasn’t kissing me, and when I tried to kiss him he held me away just enough to prevent me from doing it. ‘Not yet,’ he. But the second humiliation, almost worse, was the knowledge that all my efforts as a woman to please him, to 'serve' him, to blow him like he wanted, weren't enough. After I'd given him my best, the bastard wouldn't even throw me a bone. He would take my best and cruelly spank me anyway. This, combined with my physical efforts that were making my teary, made the waterworks really begin to flow. As I sucked him, the tears started to roll down my cheeks. He noticed, of course and smiled in what.