Quite naturally, I decided against it.I'm glad you did," I told her, just as we turned onto her street. "I think that's hot as hell ... I then told he...r." You do? That doesn't freak or weird you out knowing that? Because the truth is David, I like doing it. I like the way I feel, the way my orgasms feel just by having my breasts played with. And to be perfectly honest ... it felt far more enjoyable when you did it than when I do it myself!" she now added.We were approaching her house, I had. But after taking another second to enjoy the view, I buckled down, slipping my fingers out of her, using my hands to steady her writhing form, and dove in.The smell and taste of grape popsicle surrounded me. In and around her cunt, along her thighs. But her smell and taste filled me, consumed me. My head was thick with the fog of want, want for her, want for her Hem, want for anything that could fill my aching slit. For now, I wanted one thing more than any other. My tongue delved deeper inside. Every time she touched me, I felt tingles through my body, and my heart fluttered whenever she walked in the room. Eventually, I stopped kidding myself, and at night I imagined her kissing me and stroking me as I rubbed myself to orgasm. It was her hands that took me there; even her tongue made me cum. I knew this wasn’t good. It would only end in heartbreak. I would gain weight again and spend my nights in tears instead of orgasms. It took me weeks of wrinkled fingertips and messed up sheets. "I didn't see these." You weren't looking. Now we could go pin point them, but then they would know you are on to them." They'll know anyway, when they see me putting ours in place." Emily shook her head and smiled broadly."Nope ... I can send a signal that will scramble the memory if it's magnetic. All you have to do is locate the receiver." Dan held out a pen."It's not a pen," he deadpanned, "Point the tip away from you and quickly depress the button." I did, and another window popped up on.