We had a leisurely breakfast in the downstairs restaurant, and as we did, I kept looking at Mara, and the fact that she had already fucked two of the ...frican men we'd planned on, made me have that butterfly feeling in the pit of my stomach. As we ate, and chatted, and glanced around the room, the fact that Mara had two different African men's sperm inside of her, and that at least some of it had to have made it by now all the way through her cervix, and into her womb, kept me feeling those. I could see he thought he'd made a mistake and had disappointed me. "But..." But what?" I asked, leaning forward and trying not to show how exciting this was for me. Hell, how sexy it was."Well," he said, shuffling his feet. "He was a mathematician..." He was," I agreed. "A brilliant one." And he was influential..." he added."Very much so," I said. Please don't say it's because he was gay. Please!"But he was more influential for the machines – the 'bombes' – that he built to crack the new. "All right, baby," she murmured. "You can contact your father. but later; after you and I have had ourselves a long, easy fuck, just the two of us."Tilting her head, Lauralee rubbed her cheek into the boy's crotch, feeling his pubic hair against her face, knowing the rigid erectness of his enticing shaft that seemed to be covered with the smoothest velvet. Unfurling her tongue, she drew it around the stem of Robbie's cock, then worked it lingeringly upward along the veined staff, finally to. "As it is, I think he'll accept the reality. Grudgingly, of course, that's his way. But there's no point in rubbing his nose in it. Anyway, I arranged my retirement at Heller-Aller. I had to actually work a few days to turn my job over to Thelma. There were a few other details that needed to be settled, but I started back Saturday morning and arrived Monday. That was just in time, as it turned out." Trouble?" Al frowned."It would have been. As it is, you're going to have less than a hundred.