It has been three weeks since Carl and I started our little game andalthough it has been a lot of fun it is starting to get a bit boringbeing in the h...use all the time. I guess it was about time to knock itoff and get some fresh air for awhile. We did, but not exactly the way Iplanned.It was one day when Carl had classes. I was already dressed and waitingfor him to come home. My mother was expecting an important letter andasked me to get it as soon as the mailman dropped it off. I was sitting. We take the wine in our ships to other lands that do not have good grapes but like what we make. They may have lots of fish which we get cheaply."I had to get the words still and people were quick now to fill in the gaps."We can sell the fish for a lot of money. We can do something else. I can make some nets and some boats to haul the fish into. Then we can sell our own fish. There is a lot of tools we can make and then sell and we can buy products that are cheap in one place and expensive in. I then got out my pump and placed a small cyclinder over her nipple and pumped, how that nipple grew until it would go no further. I then did the same to the other then one to her clitoris after pulling the hood away. She has a small one but that soon grew under the pump action. her murmers were getting louder and her face was contorting into strange shapes. I then got some small elastic bands out and placed one after twisting it several times over each cyclinder before slipping of the end to. It is the rock that has enabled me to keep my sanity these three years."Ginger only smiled, knelt down, unzipped the Professor's fly and proceeded to give him a blow job. It wasn't exactly deep throating even if Ginger swallowed it to its base. The Professor didn't last much longer than the Skipper and with a strangled gasp blew his load into Ginger's mouth. Ginger was rather disappointed."What do you think you are doing?" gasped the Professor."Just checking on your scientific detachment, and.