“I want you to fuck my ass!” was her unambiguous reply. That’s what I wanted to hear. I’d always wanted a girl to ask me to fuck her ass. I'v...e had girls who I've been in relationships with ask, but even with the most enthusiastic I wondered how much of the request was a conditioned effort to please. In Rena’s case though, I knew that she was wholeheartedly interested in anal. It would still be nice to be surprised by an invitation from a woman to fuck her ass, but for now I was pleased to be. I had that strange road-bump feeling as I did in September of 2002, but nothing else changed. My minimum-mass requirement continues to decrease at the same rate and everything else is frozen. As I was taking my math test in May, I was down to 5.6e-31 kg, below the rest mass of a single electron. I can basically lock anything now. Well, I do have just a dim fleeting sense of quantum photon and neutrinos, but they zip through my sphere too fast to be studied.We did learn one new thing about my. “What are you--” I started to ask, but he abruptly started spritzing it on me, a fine mist of droplets settling all over my tits, it took him a lot of squirts to cover me completely, but when he was done my huge boulders were once again gleaming in a sheen of oil. It was definitely a different recipe, the scent somehow more savory and less chemical than the baby oil. The way it sat on my jugs made them gleam from every angle of the mirrored surfaces, yet it didn’t look as thick or layered-on. I. You noticed her angling so we would have the best view of her nicely rounded breasts in hopes of increasing her tip. It worked. The truth is, her tits made me that much hungrier for yours. I looked over and all but pleaded, "Can we go now?" You continued moving your hand along the length of my cock and it started to pulse. You replied all sweetness and innocence saying, "Are you sure you want to leave?" I boldly pinched your nipple and got you to stop. You made sure to finish your last drink.