The tongue receded and she slid back down on him. Slowly and seductively, eyes fixed on Solomon who was completely lost in her. If she could smile aro...und suck a wide thing, she most certainly would be. She slid down farther showing off her practiced reflex. As to say she didn't have one at all, treating Solomon to a long and slow motion of Karen repeatedly making a swollen member disappear over and over again. "Holy shit." Deacon moaned as he squirmed under Karen. His hands starting climbing. I realize that you can’t talk with that ventilator, but I’m told you can communicate by shaking your head for ‘no’ and nodding for ‘yes’. Mr. Azzhat, are you up to answering a few questions for me?”A nod.“Good. As you were told, the other three in your car did not make it. I’m sorry for your loss. But it’s my understanding that when they brought you in you told them downstairs that a car ran you off the road. Is that correct?”A nod.“Mr. Azzhat, do you know a Steven Anderman?”A pause and then. My right hand lightly grazes your cheek, and with your eyes closed you think it’s a breeze until my left hand reaches around your waist and I press in closer to you, my arousal making itself evident to your robe-covered rear. You gasp and your eyes fly open, but I whisper in your ear ‘Shh, just enjoy.’ You recognize my quiet voice, and melt into my arms as I begin to nuzzle your ear and neck with my lips. As I begin to nibble, your breathy voice wonders at my return so early, and my reply is. It was harder to get a grip on than the silicon carbide, and felt different, though I had no idea how I would have been able to verbalize that difference. Still, after several long minutes I had a molecular lock."Tell me how this feels," Bud asked. I struggled with it in my head. "Bigger, smaller, heavier, lighter?" No, it doesn't feel different in those ways, it just feels ... clumsier." How about the edges," Bud asked. "Can you feel the edges?"I moved my mental focus in the way I had learned.