His head jerked away, but I focused on getting his cum into his mouth, even if it was only maybe an eighth of a teaspoon. At the least, I smeared some...onto his lips.“I don’t want to eat that,” he said. “Drink that. Whatever. Don’t do that.”“Well, neither do I, then.”I spit into my hand, more saliva than cum. I encircled his cock, which had softened considerably, and yanked it a few times. Nothing happened except it got a little softer. I took off my sweatshirt. I was a little warm, but mostly I. I took 15 pico-seconds and wondered if one could cross one's electronic fingers."Sir?" I said. "We'll also get the keys to China's new artificial intelligence project. That one is supposed to knock out electricity in a major metropolitan center in two weeks." WHAT?! Why haven't I been told about this before?" he sputtered at the phone."Sir, IO is handling that as part of his contract with government installations. It's a computer thing, not really my bailiwick," I said. Now I was passing off. As i was cleaning him my ass was getting the bestfucking so far .As the trooper started to cum he pulled out and shot it on my face and itwas a nice thick load of 7-8 spurts which i swallowed and licked upsweetest load i got to get this guys number I thought.A lot of the guys had migrated into the kitchen for a drink and i was leftun serviced lieing with the power bottom lad getting a pounding off some 40year old man.I stood up legs a bit shaky and walked through to the kitchen where theguys. When she'd arrived in town, shortly before Willow Lane Elementary burned to the ground, she had been nervous and terminally shy. Her mother had moved to Manatee Bay for both cheaper housing and a job, after the untimely passing of Mr. Villenueva. The result of loss of father and friends had ripped any semblance of a support structure from under the poor girl, and the destruction of her new school was almost the last straw. Six months after the fire, though, her new friends and the supportive.