” She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. “No. I want you to look at me.” She opened them again and looked at me, still holding her breath. ... pulled out slightly and pushed in with all the force I had. She broke and her breath escaped her mouth with a cry. I let my burning cock sit inside her while her body adjusted. I was in to the hilt and her muscles were working around me, milking my cock. “There, baby. I love you. It will feel good after this, I promise.” I kissed her again and started. "I had a bright idea: "Say. Do either of you know about hardware? I need to cram in as much processing power and as much memory as possible into a limited space."That sent the two of them into a conversation that would have made Deep Chip proud – if there were a real-life electronic parallel to Woodward and Bernstein's Deep Throat.Finally, Arti – or TRex as she seemed to be known to some – asked me a question. "How much space? Is it in a computer box? Capacity will be mostly limited by space. We got in to her place to smoke some kush n relaz a bit in her sofa, seeing her in those small shorts made my cock hard and just seeing her nipples pertrude through her shirt was sexy i couldnt wait to feel them with my mouth. We finished a joint and i pulled her down with me to lay down, i knew she was ready for my cock, i put my hand up her booty shorts massaging her booty she moaned confirming to me she wanted this as bad as i did. I rubbed in a little lower on her pussy lips, she was. I had an answer prepared for that, "Sorry, my models are private. They're worth a lot of money, so obviously I don't discuss them with anyone. You probably wouldn't understand anyway, because they're very complex." I've had many years in the finance industry, so I'm sure I would understand anything you've developed." Haha. You haven't got a hope of understanding ANY of it." Which would be true if I'd bothered to tell him the technical explanation I'd prepared, as it was all super-impressive.