Whittaker declared in an awed tone, “These are revolutionary! Why aren’t more people writing about these and knocking down your door?”Dave shrug...ed, “They haven’t hit a commercial product yet. I can tell you that very soon they will, and it will be a major marketing point and differentiating feature from others in the market space when it hits.”Whittaker said, “Cellphones?”Dave just smiled by way of an answer.“How soon?”“Maybe six months. The decision isn’t ours at this point,” JR stated.“I’d. "Why don't you go put a shirt on," I said nervously. "Those aren't doing you any good."She poked at me. "You're just trying to psych me out. Let's play for three's now." Well, what do we play for?" I said. "You're studying business; anything worth doing is worth doing for money." Dad, I'm a poor college kid. I don't have money." Okay, whatever."We played; she won.As I was bent over, panting, she said, "Okay, give me your shirt." Huh?" You said whatever. So give me your tank top." She had that. “Alllrrriiigghhttt, I know you need to be at work this morning. Go hop in the shower while I feed Bruiser,” Emma said.“I can feed-” Brent started to say as he stood. Emma silenced him with a slap to the ass.“Uh, uh. Remember, my house, my rules. Go wash,” she said firmly, pointing in the direction of the bathroom.Brent cupped one ass cheek as he kissed her quickly before heading to the bathroom. Emma went, nude, to the kitchen.As Brent turned on the shower and waited for it to warm, he heard. She broke off from the kiss, and explained she did not plan this in any way, and would stop if I wanted too. I thought for a split second before pulling her too me, and returning the kiss.My hands were roaming her body as she removed her shirt, and her bra and held her erect nipple to my mouth, and I took it between my lips sucking and nibbling which she seemed to enjoy. She got up from the sofa, took off her jeans and panties, and slid two fingers into her pussy and then pushing them into my.