And for the pleasure of myfellow members.Though the pleasure was certain to be mine as well.My anxiety about accepting a "red-headed visitor" intomy i...possibly-tight "pussy" had been abated somewhatby my frequent, reassuring conversations with Alexa.Though I wasn't to call her at lunchtime, since shealways seemed to have an offsite "client consultation"that usually lasted most of the afternoon and Icouldn't call her at home because, invariably, she andhubby Connor were fucking like rabbits, she. . don't take that wrong, I don't care what color your skin is as long as you do your job. I work for a black man and he does his job. I've worked for Mexicans and Japanese and other folks too. None of them was bad. Most of them was just so focused that they can't see nothin' but their corner of the world. I expect that is what got us into this mess in the first place. No body is coordinatin' the whole thing and the AI's really don't understand what it takes to run a war. They been sheepdogs so. ..mommy..." he was nowhere near as loud as she was, but he knew he was loud enough to hear. Thick white ropes of cum launched from his cock, landing on his neck, chest, and stomach. Some of his cum drooled down his hand, and wrist, which he eagerly licked up after catching his breath. He was nervous, and lay in bed wondering what the fall out would be. The next night was nearly the same, in bed at 11:00, and just before midnight, a thoroughly strong, vocal, spine tingling masturbation. Since I had to work, my choices were somewhatlimited, so it didnt take long to find what I needed - white blouse andblack slacks, with the only real feminine touch a pair of nylons, and getdressed.I came downstairs to see my mother in her best Christmas outfit, a greensparkly dress that always reminded me of a Christmas tree, hurriedlymaking a meal for her dog."I'm glad you got up before I left. Your aunt Terry called, and wants meto come over for a Christmas dinner tonight. Will you be okay.