”“Yes, if our pilot and engineer can work out the technical side of it,” I offered.“I deserve a kiss,” Merritt demanded.“Here is a well-de...erved one,” I agreed, kissing her more than a few times.Given her circumstances, Kate jumped at Merritt’s idea to build a breakwater. She enlisted our engineer’s help, which was required for the shuttle’s conversion to a “rock dropper.” After a day of heavy calculations, aided by our resident A.I., they announced the project was feasible. Kate’s sullenness. " She grabbed her brush and assaulted her wavy tresses. Her breathing quickened more. It aggravated her that her locks fell so quickly into place. She must not rush this! As she continued to brush, she realized her grooming was only a play for time. She felt the inner surge of her racing pulse. Her nipples now engorged to capacity, ached from their stiffness. She raised a hand to relieve them. She stopped herself, saving that pleasant task for him. She clenched her buttocks cheeks, squeezing. "I wouldn't know how to expense the hookers."I countered, "How about 'Expert Witness?" And what am I to tell the auditors when they ask what area of expertise they had?" She asked playfully.I answered, "Forensic Knot Expert." You're kidding right?"I told her truthfully, "You could always try it. I read about this guy in Great Britain last year. He's a member of the International Guild of Knot Tyers & Forensic Science Society." Okay, I'll bite, how does that make a hooker an expert. Looked like it had been another unsuccessful night - I offered to stay and watch for a bit longer, but he said not to worry about it, and that we could try again soon.“Of course,” I replied. “We’ll do whatever it takes, bro.”Our parents were home for the next few nights, so my brother and I didn’t get a chance to do anything until the end of the week. In the meantime, I’d found myself masturbating a lot more ... I wasn’t particularly horny or anything, it just really helped me relax. My life is.