On to the Finish LineSoon, I felt the coolness of her finger tips touch the tip of my penis, just as I had asked her to do. Susan’s fingers were cool and wet — I felt them begin to slide down over my glans — so gentle, so loving, just the way Linda used to do it. A shiver ran through my body. She paused before starting to simulate the in and out motion I was already fantasizing. Her finger tips worked their magic on the rim. Perhaps it was a step up, nutritionally speaking, she noted ironically.India scanned the room carefully, the hardware inside her head capturing every moment. It was expensive equipment that allowed her to scan and store information at this kind of resolution. She could later review and edit the images internally, only sending it back to McPhail in completed form.The first thing that struck her was the absence of women. Sure, there were serving girls and prostitutes. But amongst the pilots and. ‘Since Omaha today’ I replied and continued by saying‘can’t make too many miles on one of these things in a day, get beat to death.’ Henodded and said ‘what can I do for you two? Need a place to bed down for the night?Clare joined in saying ‘I would like that if we may Sir’ and flashed those dark browneyes in his direction showing her sincerity. He said, ‘well, dinner is about ready if you’rehungry, and it aint much but the roof on the barn don’t leak, so make yourselves tohome.’ We smiled.Read More
