Jenny proceeded to give this boy her A-number-one-primo-patent-pending blowjob. She would watch him intently, as she would lick the shaft, and at the ...op slowly engulf the head. Then stroking the shaft, she would bath his balls, taking one, then the other into her mouth, breathing her hot breath across them. I could tell by his wriggling that she was also playing with his asshole, as I knew she often did. He was moaning, dropping his head back, then lifting up to watch the view of his cock. That's a very simple explanation of what was going on, any more detail, and I would be in breach of contract."We needed five things to do this; a simple inexpensive signal builder and translator to fit onto existing modems, a language that would be compatible to operating systems in existence, the ability to build a company and market the products, airtight patents to protect our work, and the money to pay for it all. Other than that, we were home free. Oh, I almost forgot, we had to do all. Something was different, but as long a it didn't make his life more difficult he didn't mind. He'd be home now for perhaps a month. He'd still be going in to work each day, of course. John was still actively job hunting virtually every day so he and Sylvia found that having Griffith home now was a difficult obstacle to their love making. And yet, they had the occasional quick fuck after Griffith had drifted off to sleep. John's room was down the hall and they were cautious and quiet. At last. "Are you? Are you?!" "No!" I screeched, barely able to push the word out, my entire being focused on my impending orgasm. "Who? Who are you doing this for? Who tells you what to do? Who did you beg for help and attention?" It screeched from her, harsh and loud and true, so true. I heard myself keening, a long needy wail as she pounded the questions at me. "Who tells you what to do? Who do you obey? Who do you fuck yourself for?" My orgasm pushed at me, cresting and holding at the edge as I.