I mean everybody had moved on, right?"2201 Maple" said my sister tersely. "Be there in ten minutes. You are in big trouble Mister!" She might have mov...d on, but she was still the Sheriff, or thought she was.So I borrowed Mom's car and drove over to 2201 Maple, which turned out to be my sister's apartment. Half of a duplex, actually. I thought it was a little odd that she was in her apartment this time of day, especially since Mom had said the number she gave me was to where Claire worked.I. Jennifer and I had our date at her house and spent time with her parents. We ended up just cuddling that night, not going up to her room.On Sunday morning, I worked to modify the computer dating program for the brothel. It was mostly straightforward, but I ran into a few problems that took me most of the morning to sort out. I wrote that program on the TRS-80 because it was far less expensive equipment. Beth and I worked on a few issues that Doctor Grossi had told me about and we prepared some. She screamed for me to stop this, that it wasn't right and that she was un-protected and that she could get pregnant. I looked at her and gave her a grin as I pulled my shorts down, my rock hard cock stood out and she screamed and begged me not to do this, I pulled her legs apart and got in between them and struck my large head to her pussy lips,as she felt it she begged me to stop. I pushed and the head went in her, and I pushed again and about half slid in her cunt.She was begging and. Becca was a very naughty cheerleader. Naturally, I was masturbating as I was reading about Becca's adventures in Orlando. However, I couldn't hold back any longer. Becca's erotic story was way too hot. I stopped reading the story as I tilted my head back and orgasmed. I cried out as I ejaculated onto my keyboard. Several streams of white liquid covered the black keys on my laptop. As it turned out, stroking my cock while reading dirty stories was still a lot of fun. I grabbed several.