" Ted leaned in and kissed Lisa's capsule near her cheek as she continued, "Now go out there and apologize to Ken. He knew nothing of my plans, and he is your best friend."Lisa's image appeared next to Ted, and she kissed him on the cheek.Ted touched his cheek, as though feeling her lips and said, "Okay, Lisa. Just so you know, I could almost feel your kiss. My cheek tingled from that. I only want one thing from you."Lisa looked at her brother and asked, "What's that, Ted?"Taking a deep breath, he slowly let it out, and looked Lisa in the face."I want you to come to dinner once a week. I mean in your physical form, not like this."Lisa smiled, and her dimples showed as she hugged him. She used the force fields in the room to act like her physical body.She replied, "I would be honored. Now go apologize to Ken."Ted sighed, and said, "I will, Sis, and I love you."Ted walked out the door and heard it close as he crossed his office. He went back onto the bridge. Walking up to Ken, he said,. The sudden contact of that warm soft tongue on her inner folds caused Missy to gasp. Her hands clutched Sandy’s head and directed the mouth to her throbbing clit. Sandy’s hands slid down and Missy arched her back and screamed in pleasure when one of those long fingers forced its way into her channel. Sandy held her finger still and felt the inner muscles of Missy’s pussy caress it before she returned to lightly tonguing Missy’s clitoral area. She licked and teased in an unhurried fashion, swirled her tongue all over Missy’s hot wet flesh, but never more than grazed the smaller woman’s nub. Missy found herself in an agony of pleasure as Sandy continued to torture her. Sandy stopped her tender attention and looked up Missy’s body. Missy’s eyes were glassy and she was nearly delirious with need. Sandy felt the muscles in her own pussy contract violently at the mere sight of Missy and her state of arousal. Sandy stood up despite Missy’s efforts to hold her in place. Missy cried out for.
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