I, of course, brought up the subject of oysters supposedly being aphrodisiacs and told my usual, lame joke that I didn’t believe the rumour, as I’... had a dozen one night and only eight of them worked (har har).It was at that moment I noticed Julie take the briefest of glances in the direction of where Dave was sitting.After we’d finished the champagne and the dessert, Julie pushed her plate away like she was totally stuffed, leaned back in her chair and spread her legs wide.Now, in a man, this. Nothing else mattered.He had nothing but contempt for financial reward or academic honours — "baubles", he called them. All he wanted was to be given the resources he needed and to be left alone to pursue his work. The company met his requirements exactly. Every now and then he would let his bosses have some minor byproduct of his research that lent itself to commercial exploitation; in exchange they paid the bills and let him be.Albert had clearly understood even as a young man that he was not. Involuntarily, all of my spasms were milking him completely dry. Just the thought of me milking him with my pussy caused a wave of post-orgasmic after-shocks to shoot through my body. I knew I was in danger of cumming all over again just at the very thought of having his gorgeous cock in me. I dare not even think again about how his cock might look as it squirted its wonderful cum into me.Finally, mercifully, the spasms began to wane. I opened my eyes, and for a few seconds, I had no idea. .. God!” she complained. “Please turn if off!”Laughing, he’d just picked up the remote to eject the tape when the impossible happened.“Caleb... ?” Katie sat up with a jolt. “Is that... ?”Caleb was on his feet, peering at the screen with his mouth open. “Jesus Christ!” He threw a horrified glance back at his sister. “Is that... ?” he repeated.“No! No, it can’t be!”The video had cut suddenly to the den. Katie lay on the floor with her chin propped on her palms, Caleb sat cross-legged beside her,.