She wasn’t happy though we had nothing to do with her displeasure. She had had a bad date which was why she was home early or even at all. Morgan di...ected me to the couch. They talked in the kitchen in low tones. Morgan came out and sat down next to me. Her mother went elsewhere. I looked at Morgan curiously.“My mother had an unsuccessful date and had been drinking once she got here. I suggested that she go sleep it off. After a bit, she agreed.”She turned enough to kiss me. I helped. I was. Roger started to help. He used one hand to stroke himself and the other to push my head onto his cock. I could feel Roger increase the speed of his stroke, and then he was cumming. I tried to swallow it but there was so much! I pushed myself back so I could keeping stroking along with him and watch him shoot his load. He must of spurt 7 or 8 times! I ate as much as I could and licked his beautiful cum covered cock. I knew then that I would use the rest of that cum to make it wet so I could get. .. which was not the sort of hi-tech hi-fashion venue that his image would have suggested. And, somehow, I knew that it would be Rainer who took the decisions in this particular relationship, so...So we relaxed, for a while, none of us having a pressing need to plunge into work ... and all of us realising that this could not just be a business only deal– if the sort of dispersed development structure we were proposing were to work, we'd actually have to get on with each other. Which, of course,. So, I'm refusing. I'm on strike. Can't make me grow up, if I don't want to,” she smiles, in her utmost flirty ways. “Hey, I totally understand. I just turned thirty last month and wondered where the hell my twenties went. Maybe I should go on this strike too. Where do I sign up?” He asks, pouring himself a cup of coffee. “Sorry pal, you're too late. Once you hit thirty, it is all over. Julie is in the same danger, her birthday is in a month. I keep trying to convince her to join my childlike.