And yes, I loaded theprogram on your computer to help you concentrate. Now come up andchange!"I went upstairs and she helped me take off my suit and t...e and unbuttonmy shirt. She handed me some sweat pants and a tee shirt, but pushed myhands away when I started to pull the panty girdle down. "Unless you wanta diaper now, I suggest you leave those on. And, if you are a good girlmaybe we can have some fun later."I went back down to the den and signed back on. The normal old stuff Iused to read. The first thing she had done, when moving to Washington DC, was enroll at Georgetown University. Her study focus was Bioinformatics, the study of genomics and proteomics.Ryan’s brother, Flan was there, but he was pacing like a tiger in a cage. He didn’t like to be away from his wife, Joyce, or their son, Nathan. He was also worried about the one time they weren’t successful in stopping a terrorist.Singer was leaning back against a wall in a ladder-back chair, frowning in agreement with Scotty.. I took him to this nasty, out of the way, dive of a bar in the middle of Hicks-ville. We sat in the back corner and we only had to wait a moment before I saw one of the rednecks looking at my Boy. I gestured the man over and told him that if he’d buy me a beer, Boy would blow him. Within a minute, I had a beer and Boy had a cock in his mouth. I got two more beers and two more locals unloaded in Boy’s mouth. We were drawing a bit too much attention, so I took Boy out to the parking –lot. . “Then I guess you’re just gonna have to cum,” he said as he started to move, pulling his thick, long cock slowly out of her tight, wet pussy until just the head was inside her, then pushing it back in just as slowly. She gasped as he began to move, and her breathing quickened with every stroke of his cock in and out of her tunnel. It only took three strokes for her to cum. “I’m cumming, Dean, I’m cumming!” she cried, clamping her legs around his waist and pulling him towards her, driving his.