“Alright. It’s a date,” I said jokingly.I arrived at her place about a quarter to seven. She was finishing up the meal. We ate and drank, talked...and drank and drank until we finished the bottle. I could feel a buzz coming on and her speech was definitely starting to slur. We moved over to the sofa and turned on some music. Alberta, laid her feet on my lap and crossed her hands behind her head, exposing those thick patches of dark graying hairs. Damn, she looked hot.“Hon, my old feet are tired.. She looked up at me and smiled. Do you like that baby?” she asked me throatily as she started to slide her hand up and down my cock. I nodded. I like it too.” She whispered. “Your cock is bigger than it was in any of my dreams, so big, so hard. Oh good Aunt,” I groaned as my cock throbbed in her palm, “It feels really good”. She looked at me and kept stroking it for a little longer, then turning her eyes from my face, slid her hand all the way down my throbbing shaft and brought her mouth over. Everything is fucked!”“There is that potential,” I was told.“The whole system is going to implode on itself,” I continued. “I have managed to destroy the music industry.”“Travis, step back for a minute,” The Professor advised. “Yes, the bigger corporations are going to take major hits. But think back to the lessons you’ve learned. The news is out and there are a lot of people with egg on their faces right now. What comes next?”“The fallout,” I replied.“And what will that be?” The Professor. .. right.Morgan and April stirred few minutes later. The girls trudged up the steps wearing the same clothes from the day before. Their hair was a mess. Their make-up had long since rubbed off. They hadn't brushed their teeth in over twenty-four hours.They found Gabe in the kitchen. He was reading the directions on a box of hashed brown potatoes. A carton of eggs, some milk and a package of bacon sat on the counter. He was obviously lost."Good morning, girls," he said with a broad smile that.