It had started out slow, with each day it was snowballing. With practically unlimited power every area of research was making leaps and bounds. It had...started with the molecular assembler, then food synthesizer, and then to what I am told is a replicator that works by rearranging subatomic particles.What they were doing with it was creating nano-assemblers and disassemblers, that were being used to build even more of the machines. I was told it was moving along even better than any of them had. I want you to forget about doing anything rash. I need you, Jules, for all of the things you do for me, including fucking me, and that regularly. Please, Jules, come home and be mine," she said. I was sorely tempted. And, as it turned out, so sorely tempted that I gave in. I would call Carmen and put the divorce on hold. **** "Been a few days, missed you. So, how did it go last Wednesday?" said Gerald. "Good, maybe. He's staying at the house again, and he's fucking me every night," said. They’d argued a bit; he’d not seen a need for her to drag so much clothing along for a weekend, she’d insisted that it was no more or less than she’d packed in previous years for the same outing. Eventually, he’d realized it for a pointless argument. If she wanted to haul a bunch of stuff around, it could just be left in the back of the car. He didn’t want to fight with her, say things that make him feel like a world-class asshole. Unlike Fiona, who could trade barbs in an argument as well as. Joan slid her lips down over my mast. It wasnt but a few pushes before she had me down her throat. Her head bobbed up and down along the full length of my thick seven inches. Every once in a while she would use her teeth to give my cockhead a little nip, not hard enough to hurt. Josh kept licking the insides of her slit, but now he was also rubbing her small hole with his finger. Joan was happily moaning. Josh slid out from under Joan and reached the tube of lube that he had put on the night.