Little trickles of it ran down herthighs while larger globs of it plopped right out and hit the carpet. Herwhole ass, thighs and part of her back was...covered in the sticky whitestuff and her skin looked almost oily from the glean it was giving off. Marco stood up and stepped near Alicia. "Ready for seconds, guys?" heasked. "Man, dey so fucking sloppy now I bet you can't feel it when you stickyo cock in!" one of the guys said. Marco looked at his cum-covered little sister. "True dat. . Later at dinner Lady Jena teased me with her smile and subtle touching. Dessert, of course, took place on her bed, and consisted of my licking and sucking on her pussy after I spurted my reservoir of sperm inside her. Before I went home that night, Jena suggested that I come back for a couple of hours or so in the middle of the week for a paddling. "Save up some sperm for that session," she cryptically said as I left. I wondered what was to transpire during the midweek session. If it was just a. ”“Pete ... don’t get on my bad side ... you won’t get to take me out to dinner if you do,” I said. “It was the only limo for sale locally.”“I’m taking you out to dinner?”“I never thought you’d ask, Pete. Tonight ... eightish?” I grinned at his look of dismay. “If you’ll tell me your preferred restaurant, I’ll make reservations.”The boat house doesn’t have a God Gun like the garage. The God Gun is the black box that operates the garage doors. No ... the boat house has davits and a nifty electric. The liquid down there,” Carter nodded towards my pussy, “that was supposed to be blue. I guess I’m going to have to talk to my team.”“How’d you get the suit to let go of my clit? You didn’t have to, do anything kinky did you?” I asked.“No. It seems that you just needed to relax. Its controls are a bit more sensitive than expected. Now it’s my turn to ask the questions.”Carter looked in the direction of my pussy and he seemed nervous. Not in a bad way. So I nodded, “Shoot.”“How are you feeling.