On reflection she was probably right. Indian xxx hd I still needed to compare the results against the control I would take later in the day. “I was about to say we need to do a lot today. I want to do it right so you’ll want to do it again, and again, and again.” She smiled and then laughed. She removed her finger and rubbed the remaining gel all around my forefinger. Of course, she wanted a convertible so after shopping around for a while we settled on a Mustang, red with a V6. Her skin was warm and smooth in contrast to mine. Her eyes rolled back, her breathing became more rapid and shallow. The sensors lit up wildly as she reached a mild orgasm. She may have looked like a little kid but she was all woman, and she was all mine. The time alone gave me the opportunity to think about my idea—the computerization of the female orgasm. She was becoming wet; she soaked my face, the aroma was intoxicating. I rubbed gently as I pushed my tongue into her. If I could do this it could be the sexual breakthrough of the ages. Would it trigger an orgasm? It obviously wasn’t going to be forever; I only lived about 30 miles away.
