Strange and unfamiliar thoughts began dancingaround Janet's head and she was startled to realize that she was feelingrather odd as well. Specifically ...n her crotch. She gasped, knowingsuddenly that she was very hard, even making a slight bulge in the frontof her pants."Oh no," she whispered to herself, still staring at the woman, "thiscan't be happening. It can't." But in spite of that, she knew very wellthat it was. It was far too horrible to just be a nightmare.But still Janet couldn't tear. ..!" Sammie's jaw dropped. "That's a ton of money." Not really..." Dad chuckled. "A single F-18 costs about sixty eightmillion dollars...and that's not even carrier ready. So what's twentymillion for AI development for prosthetics?" Well...?"Sammie was still processing. I was more than happy to leave that part toher...as usual."What does the Navy want with smart prosthetics?" A fair question..."We want to weaponize your research." What...?" Daddy...! Be serious," I whined.Dad scooted. This made me understand why she didn’t come right out and tell me why we couldn’t do it. As I licked the blood from my lips the strange taste seemed to heighten my sexual desire for her. The pure sexual aroma emitting from her was intoxicating. She tried to close her legs, but I had my hands inside her knees and kept them apart. My breathing became heavy, my eyes seemed to narrow and my mind went into a daze, as I dove back at her pussy and started eating her out as a man starved for weeks. . Despite her good grades, hard work and brilliant smile however, Ivy was not the happiest. She wasn’t exactly a sad person either. Though sometimes she thought her name was that kind of a name. Ivy. Definitely gothic and depressed, she wasn’t particularly fond of the name. Anyway, Ivy was not as happy as she should have been. She had good grades, two loving parental figures, two amazing best friends and well overall, just a pretty good life. She sometimes wondered why she wasn’t the happiest.