Maranda sucked and sucked as he shot his load, groaning in pleasure. She felt wonderfully in control, and wanted more from him, much more from her sis...er's man.Finally as Sean's body quieted, Maranda began to french him, rolling him over on top of her. She began to manipulate his semi hard cock with one small hand, while massaging his balls with the other. Maranda wanted to be fucked, she needed to feel him let loose inside her, she wanted to make him hers and the best way to achieve that. It is like the box on the table, which she calls computer, but bigger and different. She says the name is television, or teevee, and she shows how it, too, lights up when she takes up a small thing and presses a boss on it.“I don’t usually watch, but it’s time for the news and I have no idea what’s happening in the world,” she tells me. I ask what is news, and she says it is reports of things that take place elsewhere.“You won’t understand most of it, but try to get as much as you can,” she. We probably won’t get another person in here for the rest of the evening.” Amy looked at him hard, studying him for the first time. He was more than twenty years younger than she, easily in his late 20s or early 30s and she noticed that he was very good looking. His eyes sparkled with warmth and charm and his dark skin of his forearms looked like velvet in comparison to the stark white shirt he wore. The muscle definition in his chest was apparent even through the material. He looked to be. I'm going to hang with you while we both get comfortable out there."I guess that's better, a little better, but still pretty deep.The day went well. I listened to Bobby's briefing and added to it that the ACE in Dallas, Randy, had passed away from MS and leukemia. I told them a card would be available to sign later today. We would send it to his widow, Jean, on Monday. When guys hear stuff like that, it reminds us all we are mere mortals.Wanda and I worked through all the reports that needed to.