“I think the stone-ground, whole wheat flour may be part of the problem with your cookies, Mr. Doyle. It just messes up the taste and the texture. T...ey keep telling us it’s healthy, but I’m not a buyer at any price.” Mary said.“How did you know what kind of flour I used?” I asked.“The package is out, I have good eyes, and I know how to read!” Mary said, merrily.I buried my head in my hands and laughed until tears were rolling down my cheeks.“I like you this way,” Mary said.I studied her face. “That’s genuinely nice of you to say that Joey”, she said, “I will take that as a compliment”. After getting his knee patched, Joey’s dick was still hard and stiff, and Peggy was still pretty worked up. She did something without even thinking. She looked up at his face and asked in a quiet and seductive manner, “would you like to feel them, Joey?”She did not wait for the obvious answer, she slid her spaghetti straps down over her shoulders. Her breasts popped out from the loose shirt material. Around-The-World was Part One. I sucked hard, like a baby with its bottle, taking it all, and let it slide out; I slid my tongue down the underside of the shaft to his balls, first one, then the other; I sucked gently and moved my hips up and down on his face; took my tongue down his perineum, my hands under his butt-cheeks, raised them up and forcing his knees toward his chest. James’ tight little asshole lay within reach. I rolled my tongue around the rim, and he clenched it closed,. The Prof was working like a one-armed paperhanger as he dashed from one side of the control console to the other. I sat back and watched him - from a different armchair. There was a strange moment when the T.I.T seemed to bounce suddenly and then everything returned to normal. The Prof stared angrily at a blank VDU and then smashed his palm down hard on the top of it. Some fuzzy writing emerged, flickered briefly, blazed brightly for a nanosecond and then disappeared leaving a blue screen on.