“But... PLATO is... acting strangely. Or maybe it’s just my imagination playing tricks on me. I’d just write it up in the event log, but if I’... wrong I’d look really foolish.”“Then why did you call me?” he said. Now he was starting to sound irritated again.“Because... what if I’m right?” she said plaintively. “Would it be possible for you to drop by and just check things... off the record.” She laughed nervously. “If it is something, then I can start a log report on it and you can deal with it. ’ Albert made a small masturbatory action in front of his bulge.Len nodded and looked back to the television. He too wanted to do what Albert had intimated but wasn’t sure enough of how his friend would react if he started. He continued rubbing himself through his trousers and Albert spoke again.‘Would you be embarrassed or put off if I did – you know?’ Again the same hand movement.Len looked over and shook his head. ‘We’re both grown ups and,’ he glanced quickly at his crotch then at. Then suddenly, he roared and started sawing his cock back and forth until he started to tense and shoot about 10 strong shots of nigger cum down her throat. As he started to pull out, she grabbed his cock and started to clean it off.All the while, Tyree continued to drive his huge cock deep into her tight, wet pussy. She had lost count of how many times she had cum after the fourth one. Now, out her mind with pleasure, she spun Antoine around and proceeded to lick his taint, drooling down to. " He caught himself in the 'faux pas' and added those last four words just in the nick of time."Thank you," I said, realizing just how smooth this young man could be. Then I asked, matter of factly, as if I wasn't going to die over the bad news, "So, tell me, where's your dad?" Oh, he's home cooking dinner. He sent me to collect you, and to pick up some semolina bread." Paul finished.I looked at Candy for some sort of signal that it was safe to prattle on about Paul's lateness, never mind ours,.