"Am I?"I cut his reply off, circling my tongue around the head of his cock. This time, my hands were fully involved, paying keen attention to his ball..., trying to make sure he didn't cum too quickly this time. When he was finally satisfied with my display of deepthroating prowess, he pulled me up. "Fuck."Why use many word when few word do trick? I fully agreed with the sentiment and I nodded, hiking up my dress. He spun me around and I arched my back, pushing my ass out. I felt him running his. I heard Anthony unzip himself and I felt another shiver at the sound. He had my panties down and I was secretly glad that I had worn my black lace today. My brown bush of hair was revealed and Anthony pushed his lips into me. I groaned as I felt his tongue flick over my pussy lips and I groaned louder when he pulled away."Sit," Anthony said. His cock was out and I knew where he wanted me to sit. I tried to straddle him but he turned me around so that I would face the table. A pouting moan. " I see. Could you use an existing hull to make the mold?" I think so. Like the auto industry uses clay to design next years model?" Sure ... you could even use an existing hull and make clay modifications to change the shape." How about styrofoam instead of clay?" Captain Smith had his two cents to add."Hey ... that's right. Good idea."Smith blushed, "You have a foam plant."Bishop said, "I do. But we make cups." Will it spray?" I asked."We have that capacity. Oh ... I get it ... an armature. Oh God……. Chris….”, she stuttered with tears rolling down her cheeks. “Um Lex…... is that a yes?”, I laughed. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine slowly pushing her tongue between my lips. After thirty seconds or so, I began to feel self-conscious with her entire family watching us. So, I finally pulled away looking into her eyes, they were glowing. “Uh Chris, I not one hundred percent sure but I think that might have been a yes.”, Pops said from behind me. Everyone in the room.