She didn’t, though, because, with as little as was known about the inner workings of the human brain, Tommy’s theory was probably as good as anyon...e else’s.Connie had a different take on the subject as she clapped her hands delightedly.“That was marvelous, Tommy. Ruthie, did you notice that he didn’t stutter or stammer even once? I think when we get home, that he needs a big reward for that,” Connie raved.Ruth, halfway through her second long Island Iced Tea, giggled and waggled her eyebrows.“Or. Just over the horizon.Chuck, however, was a bit distracted, by two girls trying to teach him how to properly fingerfuck a woman. That’s a little like carrying on two conversations about how to do something, and each person is trying to get you to do this thing in a slightly different fashion.In the end, Chuck had to handle them one at a time. Matilda got frustrated first, because he just didn’t seem to be listening to her. He was also right handed, but none of them thought of that. Then, he had. As he was leaving another showed up to do the same thing with some of the military data. It took less than two hours for all of the buyers to return with the necessary number of credsticks to conclude the transfer of the chips. As each of them left we passed the credsticks off to someone else so that we never had any money in the room with us. When the sales had been completed I broke the remaining chips so that they couldn't be used.A large nondescript van pulled up as we were leaving the. Her long, sandy-blonde hair was disheveled from thrashing her head about. Even in the small video window, she could see the creamy wetness dripping from her still-quivering pussy. Her face, chest, and breasts were rosy with color, matching the warmth she felt. “did u cum?” Billy typed. It was a sharp contrast to the perfection of his typing when he was telling the fantasy story that got her so hot and bothered. “What do you think?” She answered, and then laughed. While she had to make due with.