As I told you yesterday, I have to go back to Washington tomorrow unless there's a big snowstorm. I won't be back until the problems have been fixed, ...opefully in January".I asked Chet, "On the basis of what you've seen so far, what do you think?" Well, those ugly end-op signals are significant, and I would guess that they have a lot to do with the extra execution. But we shouldn't be seeing any signal that looks like that, at least if the machine is wired correctly".Steve interrupted, "Yes! In. "Did I do it wrong?" "Oh you sweet baby," she moaned, almost crying. And in fact shedid half-rise and hug me and she did indeed cry. "Oh my honey," shemoaned. She cried for several minutes, but quietly, in delicateexpulsions of breath (Martha Jane was always a very quiet, very fem-inine, even a very elegant crier. I have never been able to forgetit). For a while she held me, rocking to and fro, not letting go ofme for a long time until she fell back listlessly, sniffling, andput a kleenex to. She did it again, then again. Finally, she looked up into my eyes and in one motion. Sucked the entire head of dick into her mouth!I almost shot my load right then, but luckily...I held on! She began giving me some of the nicest head I'd had in long time.She cradled my balls in her soft hand. Careful not to squeeze them too hard. Her other hand was wrapped around my 8"cock. It slid, smoothly from her spit, in and out of her tender mouth. Her teeth would now and again. Ever so lightly graze his. Hill.“No,” Emily said again. Her frown grew more worried.“Can I have your phone?” Mr. Hill asked.SAPPHIRE“Sure,” Emily said, without any hesitation. She reached into her little purse, pulling out her phone with its gaudy pink fake-jewel encrusted case, holding it out to Mr. Hill.“No,” Mr. Hill said patiently. “The other one.”“Right,” Emily said blankly, even though she had no idea what the fuck he was talking about. Still, she somehow knew to put her pink phone away, and to open the concealed.