"We'd better get your car, while we're at it," John said."OK," she said in passing, getting in the car. "Floppies. I'm going to need lots of floppies....I've got a lot of data to download." I've got a few you can have," John replied as he got in and started the car. "Maybe eight or ten." That won't even get me started. I'm going to dump the whole mainframe. It'll take time to do, but it'll be quicker in the long run."John flipped a nickel in his mind. It was worth going to a fair amount of. Then it would be more acceptable, I guess. Acceptable? Who is it supposed to be acceptable to? Who would know but us? Just Jordan and I.But would he want to do something like fool around with his sister? His pretty sister with the 34-B cup boobs. He is a boy and we all know what that means. Anything with boobs is of great interest. He's probably just as horny as I am. I know he doesn't have a girlfriend and really hasn't even hung around with any girls, well, since being naked with my best. Only then did I glance down at her note reading it, and realized, she'd not given me her phone number either. Only the place where she lived. If I were to cancel the dinner date, then I'd damn well have to show up and do it in person, and not over the phone. Once again I heard myself chuckle, still holding onto my two jars of peanut butter. It felt strange hearing myself do that. Stranger still as I headed off towards the checkout counter carrying my two jars, whistling as I did.Carol had been. I grunted back at her and pushed my hips upward, as a bull trying to throw his rider. But of course I held back a bit, not wishing to eject the beautiful creature whose vaginal muscles were intent on squeezing the cum out of my balls. Nor did she try too hard to milk my cock, for it was always understood that her cum must be the first to arrive.Her tits flopped back and forth as she thrust and I lifted my head so that it was between them, reveling in the slapping of their back and forth.