Francis kept his finger going until he felt her own clenching sex begin to slow, then he slowly pulled it free and tasted of her juices, even though it was already covering his face.  He lay back exhausted, but wholly satisfied.  He could have swore that her tattoos had twisted about her sultry frame, he shook his head and they were stationary again.  Must have been his imagination.  But damn if it wasn't hot to see it do that, too bad it was just a crazy headed idea brought on by post orgasmic... something, he thought.  He whistled as he collected his thoughts and smiled as he asked the doc.<br/><br/>"Did I check out Doc?"