She reached for her head and pressed her palm against her temple. ‘What’s going on?’ She asked His voice. His magical mystical voice. ‘No... worries honey.’ His timbre vibrated through her entire body, her pussy got warm and started to tingle, love was coarsening through her veins. Maybe love was too big of a word, she’d only just met him today. Although she felt like she’d know him for years. She was a big fan of his work, she traveled from gallery to gallery to visit all his expositions and. They were alive, but unconscious, just like the others. They also had traces of slime all over their bodies. Though interestingly enough, we didn't see the slime anywhere else. Just on the bodies of the comatose victims. More distressingly, we didn't find anything overly valuable. I mean, there was research equipment and the likes, but most were bolted down and inaccessible during emergency power mode. The most we could nab were maybe a couple test tubes. Hardly worth our time."Want to just cut. "I know darling. Who said, I have to like it? Why does your company not understand a man needs time for his own love life? Don't they understand at all?" In the back of her mind she was screaming, "Why in the hell, did I have to fall in love with a trucker?"He knew she was crying. "My sweet Amanda, I wish I wish I was holding you. I hate being apart from you just as much. Damn-it, I want I want you! I want to be kissing your lips and caressing that beautiful body of yours. I need to stop. Now, how about taking your thong off, Mrs Harrison? Ooh, you're so naughty. Please call me Susan. She stood closer and pulled the front of her lace thong aside. The musky smell of her cuntjuices filled my nose and I was riveted by the sight of her shaved pussy, moist from her obvious excitement and the previous rubbing session she had indulged in. She took hold of her thong on either side and slowly pulled down, while swaying her hips sexily. She was.