" The Director says softly. "But it occurs to me that perhaps the injection of semen into the genitalia scanning apparatus might be the cause of the i...sue in the first place?" That... Err... I hadn't thought of that. That actually makes a lot of sense." The scientist admits.The Director shakes her head. "This is already trying my patience. The only reason I'm still here is because the potential implications of this technology, if it truly works, are beyond your wildest dreams. I am a busy woman. Two fifty to a commercial, two thousand for that coveted ATP. One forty of that in a multi-engine, two hundred total IFR. Jeff had lots and lots of hours to burn in the little 152 based at Tamiami whose owners charged only by the accumulated numbers on the Hobbes Clock. As much as possible I was his persistent companion there in those hours. As much as possible we talked sharing our common frustration.The move to Florida had been good for dad, for he had been one of many at DFW. He had been. Father Mike was so randy, his mind was wanting to do everything he dreamed of, so he licked her asshole sending shivers through her body, and went back to her pussy, again and again Father Mike would lick her asshole, and each time his tongue would go in a little bit. One time his tongue slid in deep, and without warning, Sister Ann cum. Her body shook, She gushed, a load of cum, a little pee, but Father Mike’s face was soaked.Father Mike was quite amused and happy. Sister Ann rolled Father. I should care about that. Try to… help him. But I didn’t care. And I didn’t want to help. And I knew that made me a bad person, a cold person, an unfeeling wife… And the knowing just made me angrier. Sadder too, once the fury boiled off and I was left to think about the whole messed up situation. ‘Jesus, Sheila.’ His hands were balled into fists. ‘I don’t want to fight. I just want to talk to you. I want… I want to spend time with my wife.’ We hadn’t had sex in almost a month. Or was it longer?.