First-hand experience

"A shame, then," I said, "that science can't measure orgasm."

"Oh, yes, it can," she promised. "Orgasmometry is a new science, but it's a fairly accurate one."

That puzzled me -- plus, I was slightly thrown off by a word that not only sounded like "geometry" but had "mom" as its accented syllable. "How does that work?"

"Mmm!' She continued to nuzzle and slurp me quite luxuriantly. "Oh, we get you a sexual partner, hook up all kinds of electrodes to her, and then I watch her ... get it on with you, and keep track of the recordings. Mmm ... is this working for you?"

"I could use even more intense stimulation," I dared.

Gloria smiled cleverly. "I know more intense stimulation!"

She unbuttoned her blouse, and her bra broke away in front. My cock was engulfed in her deep warm cleavage in no time. My imagination told me that there was a downright cheery "expression" on my cockhead as it "happily" poked up to her chin -- certainly I would have felt that way, in its place. She proceeded to lavish affection on it as if it were a lollipop.

"It's just that, sex is such a personal, intimate experience," I murmured. "You'll be watching girls actually doing it ... actually having the experience ... your instrumental readings can never be the same thing."

"MMMMM!" She damn near gagged herself on me, then drew back. "Whew!" I could see her seriously heating up with each passing minute. "You do make a good point ... I mean, I'm sure you'll get quite a few volunteers ... and I'll be sitting there, taking notes ... watching ... oh, but how will I know, how will I really KNOW, and appreciate the experience!? MMMMM!"

She broke away again, then stood up. She reached under her skirt and proceeded to shuck her panties straight down.

"You're right!" she said. "I've got to really KNOW!"