”“It’s the output of my program. We were just sitting here watching it run,” Sherry said.“And you find that entertaining?” her mother aske... staring at the television screen.“Sure,” Alex said. He glanced at the television and said, “Machine 6 is running within spec. That’s good.”“It would be better if we had one that was out of spec,” Sherry said. “That would be a good result.”“Good for you, bad for them,” Alex said.“That’s true,” Sherry said.She signed for the raw data and processed data to be. In what seems like one swift motion, you undo my shorts, remove my throbbing member and begin to circle the tip with your tongue whilst gripping the shaft with your hand.With your other free hand, you cradle my balls and begin to massage then. You slide you mouth down my shaft taking almost all of it into your mouth. Moving up and down still massaging my now tightening testicles, you continue to play with the tip of my cock with your tongue until I can’t take it anymore and I fill your mouth. Her dad’s voice trailed up behind them, “He likes you!”She turned to Neptune and ruffled his head, “Sorry, buddy you can’t sleep with me.”He stood still, watching as the door closed with a click in front of him. Her jeans folded neatly and stacked on top of the one’s from the day before, she walked to the hamper and picked up the shirt and panties from her failed throw the night before. A second pair landed lightly atop the first, followed by a shirt and sweater. The bed welcomed her into its. As a groupthey were laughing and confident, willing to test their manlinessagainst others or to satisfy some unknown primal urge from deep within,something they were willing to confront. I knew most of them of course,but we had little or nothing in common, so our paths rarely crossed,yet as I watched them, I thought about what was driving me; also anunknown urge to prove something, just like they did! I stood therewatching as they rounded the corner, wondering why they could find thecourage to.