"My idea?" Carla was still trying to make sense of all the different kinds of technology pieces."On replacing Mr. Lewis's motorcycle!!" Oh, that. You ...ave all this high-powered brain-equipment and you're afraid of a brawn-head like Mr. Lewis?" If I was interested in that kind of applications I'd hire myself out to the Pentagon, or NSA!" Then, maybe, we can get them to help, if I can't get him to back off." Carla was stalling. Her Super-Brain wasn't talking to her, and hadn't been for some. Within a few moments his lover had rolled off to the side and Calvin felt his utterly empty, except for a large load of cum ass hole begin to close in as if to keep his lover’s offering for later. Somewhat surprisingly to the youthful transvestite that he had become, the man who had purchased a night of his services rolled against him and cuddled him.“I’d like to keep you, Denae,” he rumbled.Oh how tempting that was, yet, Denae, or Calvin, and at the moment, Calvin hadn’t been sure which had. She stopped and told him to get up and join his friends. She got a purple wand out of her bag and lay on the bed. She pulled her bathing suit bottoms to the side revealing a shaved, wet pussy. She took the wand and turned it on and put it against her clit and encouraged the boys to keep jerking and she wanted them to cum on her tits and pussy as she watched. Steve and Max moved to each side of the bed where they could cum right on her tits. Jim moved down to the bottom of the bed where her legs. .. and got her voice mail. Which was annoying, given that I knew she'd called only minutes before, but somehow not a surprise. I picked up the message instead, listening to it as Kath came down the stairs, too, wearing nothing but a T-shirt."Everything OK?" she said, carefully, as I put the phone down. "Only you came down the stairs at a rate of knots, looked quite surprised when I got down, too, and now you look a bit confused. So what's up? Or should I just bugger off and mind my own.