What does that have to do with this?" Humor me, kid, why is it laid out like that?" As I heard it, the early mechanical typewriters would get bound up...when the typist went too fast so the keyboard was rearranged to slow things down." Have you ever heard of a Dvorak keyboard?" I'm a nerd," I chuckled, "of course I have. It's supposed to be more efficient." If it's more efficient, why haven't we switched over to using it more than the old Qwerty boards?" I don't know, probably the training costs. "What?" she says.I climb on top of her and bring a finger to my lips to quiet her. "Relax and enjoy." I kiss her neck, ears, and hair. Then the lovely area between her breasts, her stomach, both her arms, and I suck on each of her fingers. Her smile tells me she's loving it and, I move down to her feet and suck on each of her toes and she squeals a couple of times.Kissing up her ankles, shins, and knees I concentrate on kissing her thighs. She spreads her legs as I kiss her inner thighs and I. They rubbed and thrust against each other fully clothed, arousal rising to bursting point between them. “I want your head between my thighs” Babs whispered, and Gary duly obliged, he knelt on the floor and drew her to his mouth, putting her legs over his shoulders. He thrust his tongue into her cunt through her wet panties. He tugged with his teeth at the satin and lace and probed with his skilled tongue, while Babs writhed on the work-top in ecstasy. She rode his face until she reached. Henry stares back down to his feetlike he always does on the verge of tears. He has no spine, I swear."Look, can we just call this a thing and leave? I have important stuff todo today," I offer giving all of us an out that this conversation sodesperately needs."Now, Mrs. Smith, that's not going to move us along..." His voice dragslike a statistics professor who's himself bored with what he does."Jade," I correct, and rightfully so. "My name is Jade. I don't go byMrs. Smith, so don't call.