”“How would they find out? If you don’t tell and I don’t tell and your moms don’t tell, there’s no way they could know!”“You mean just...like Cynthia saying there was no risk in being at her house?”“She meant for her parents coming home!”“Yes, she did. And they didn’t. And we STILL got caught! That’s what I’m trying to point out - even if you think you won’t get caught, you can!”I had to stop myself from laughing out loud because I knew I was sounding just like Mom Two after my hockey game when. His soft moans fill the air, I start a slow pace, enjoying his moans. At first my teeth graze along his shaft, I pick up the speed, slowly increasing the pleasure for him. I can feel him throb against my tongue, loving how hard he is for me. I push every last inch into my mouth. I hear him gasp out slightly, I begin to pull him out, letting the popping sound of the head of his cock echo the room. I run just my tongue from the tip of his cock down the underside of him, slowly working my way down. I didn't mean to hook up with this "Residence Challenged" ho. Real quick, I'm going to take a hike to Tangetville right now. Dirty Jeans are the mots fucked up invention ever. Is it stylish? Are you actually poor and dirty? I'm not sure... I get how ripped nice jeans are cool, like "oh these are classics, James Dean mother fucker." But why the fuck would someone want to look dirty? Are these like retro Mexican Jeans? Why would someone want to give the impression they just got done picking. “Where’s the rest of it?” I asked, as the last time the device had taken up most of two laboratories and a huge amount of power.“This is it,” chuckled Artello. “Told you we could cut it down to size once we’d worked out the parameters.”“Wow, I never imagined it this cut down though,” I replied with a grin.“Well, it doesn’t need a great deal of power and much of what you saw before was for the test instrumentation,” he admitted.“Still, it’s impressive,” I said. “Shall we give it a try?”Artello.