You are absolutely dripping wet… but then, you probably already knew that.” She laughed softly. “Let’s say I had a hunch. Is that a problem?�... “No! Kinda makes my mouth water, actually.” I pushed two fingers into her, and the sound of her gasp came at the same instant that her hot pussy clamped down on me, squeezing my fingers. I smiled. “You like?” “Ohhh, fuck!” “I’ll take that as a yes.” I began to finger-fuck her, sliding in and out of her tight heat as my thumb mashed her hard clit against. Whyhad she bothered to make him do them all by hand first? The washercould have handled it easily. At least she let him put them in thedryer when they were done. He had visions of her handing him the blowdryer she used on her hair to dry them with.Cleaning all the diapers had taken him most of the afternoon. The jobhad taken longer than it should have because Mel occasionally broughthim bottles to drink or snacks to eat and made him sit on the floor tillthey were done each time. He was. "Wonderful work, children," Mrs. Sparks said. "A couple more run-throughs and I think we will be done for the day." Her celphone tookthat moment to ring. Mrs. Sparks looked at the caller ID. "Excuse me, Ithink I'm wanted in the principal's office. Danny have them run throughanother one." She went out to the hallway.When she was out of the room. Everyone crowded around me."So, Danny, Unlimited Bandwidth, huh?" Gus said."How'd you end up becoming their lead singer?" Kalista said.I shrugged. Myndee, however, can program a satellite receiver without the book. She programed my ancient American (Japanese) Video Recorder/Player with absolutely no help or book. She made the damn thing do things I didn’t know it could do. (I am willing to bet good money that the engineers who designed it couldn’t make it do the things she made it do.)(Even with the book.)“Hello.”“The airport.”“Yes, ma’am. When does your flight ... I see.”“Abby ... wanna go to the airport to pick up Myndee?”She squealed.