"Uhhh!" Carlos cried, squirming on the bed. "Uhhh! Oh, God!" He shot a jet of his warm, thick seed into Jennifer's mouth, and she tasted the familiar,...salty, somewhat bitter fluid that spewed over her tongue and inner cheeks. She repressed the instinct to swallow. His cock lurched and strained between her lips, spurting more of his vital essence into her cunt-mouth, and again she refused the urge to swallow. Again the thrashing prick erupted and another stream of Carlos' thick, musky semen. ”“I have to talk to her, Anna. And...” she stopped.“And, Kari,” she said.“Are you thinking what I think you’re thinking?” said Carlton. She nodded. Slowly nodded.“Oh my,” he said.“At least that,” she said.“She’d gotten her job back as the salon. They needed two hairdressers. I suggested you of course; but when Martha got done laughing, she said she was too old to be hiring beginners,” said Anna. “And yes, Martha’s still working there, but it’s her daughter does most of the day to day stuff. Intention Ki, which everyone has, just seems to be something that we all project away from ourselves. I could have an equally unknown mechanism for sucking it in, but somehow that doesn't feel possible. A metaphor I had was an extension of Sensei's "jet of water". If I was a dam on a river, I could open a small floodgate to let water jet out of me in a particular direction, but I (as a dam) couldn't do anything to make the water go in the other direction. I had a feeling that there was a pool. Hell, I figured it was UPS making a late delivery. I turned the knob only to have the door ripped from my grasp. ‘Uhhhh shit hey baby’ I said shocked to see Sam before me. ‘What are you…’ ‘No don’t hey baby me. What the hell are you doing? I haven’t heard from you all damn morning.’ She cut me off. ‘Faaaawwwwkkk you mean’ I said in my typical jovial way. ‘Look here, I’m not playing no games with you.’ She was dead serious. ‘Baby I tried to text you, and when I got no response I figured.