Kershaw went over to talk to them again and I learned their last name, Nolan. Kevin Nolan was short, wore his hair in a crew cut, and reminded me of a... accountant. He also sported one of the biggest dicks I’ve ever seen—even soft, it was longer than mine was when I was erect. His wife was short as well, probably not even five feet tall. She had large, firm breasts, flaming red hair, and a matching bush. They appeared to be in their early thirties, and were both attractive. I didn’t remember. The work had been done by hand; the artist was left handed and apparently worked while seated, judging by the angle of the cuts and the random variations in the lines. She still insisted on thinking of the artist as a young human woman, to Adam’s chagrin.The task of decoding and analyzing the drawing would have been easier if Luisa had been willing to load the data into the Lovell’s main computer, but she dared not risk it. There was entirely too much at stake, so she always kept the drawing on. My left has gone back to play with a breast, squeezing. The vibrations are going throughout my body. You see my hips moving against the vibe, my breathing getting harder. The pace of the vibe starts going faster.I watch you stroke yourself, imagining you inside, pumping me like I’m pumping the vibe. My left hand goes back and pinches my clit. You can see my body tense up. Suddenly, I cry out, my body shuddering. My hips moving, the spasms inside clamping down on the vibe.I barely notice when. Next, tease the tip by just touching it with the tip of your toung while you lick. So I did. I stuck my toung out and lightly licked the tip of him, slowly moving my hand back and forth on his long shaft. Then when he starts to groan, tilt it up and lick up the side; again with the very tip of your toung. I looked up at my father as he groaned before moving his dick slightly to lick up the side of it. I could hear my brothers breathing starting to get heavy as he watched me. I had seen pictures.