“Oh… aah… don’t say sugar pants!” She purses her lips then sensuously bites her lower one, “Whoa! I had a little earthquake and she’s easing off a bit. Where did you learn this, in the Navy? Singapore?”
He laughs a touch, obviously an old hand at this form of self-torture, “Learned it here on the ranch. You gotta make your forms of entertainment out here. Sometimes it involves experimentation.”
She glares into his eyes this time, telegraphing her level of excitement, “She’s tensing up again. I’m calling her she because it won’t listen to what I’m thinking. Just going off on her own and sexing you. I can’t stand it anymore, Robert, please do something.”
He attempts a stroke but quickly stops, he says, “She’s clamped down on me, we cannot have c****s the normal way. But I know what to do.
