The sultry expression that he throws me has my juices flowing big time as he pushes my legs open; my skirt hiking up to my thighs. First thing he does...is use both hands to literally rip open my blouse as he lips those perfect heart shape lips. Moist open mouth passionate kisses are peppered from my neck down to the mounds of cleavage poking out of the soft pink lace bra covering my breasts. Jason groans at the same time his cock nudges my lace smothered clit. His mouth roots out a pebbled. She... uh... I mean I said something about not letting the government know. I wonder if a government caused me a lot of problems or worse took away my freedom 'for my own safety.' If I publish my thesis as I had planned it is a distinct possibility that the United States government or another one would arrest me or kidnap me in order to force me to make this device and use it for them or they take it away and use it them selves. There is no telling what atrocities they would commit on the time. I take a quick whiff on my right pit, just to show off a bit. As they approach, one immediately comments on my junk. “damm b o y nice package”. I give him a big smile and respond, “Ya—just think after it bones up to all it's 10” what it's gonna feel like up ur ass”. (stretching the truth just a bit for the sales pitch) The guys look at each other still laughing—I think they were pretty drunk, and one replies “what makes you think any of us wants something up our ass”. “Aight dawgs, it's like. Calling her was out of the question first he lived too far out in the boonies to have a phone and even if he had one he still didn't have the girl's number. He guessed he could go into town and call the restaurant, but then what would he say if he called? "Hello. I was eating supper in there last week I need to talk to my waitress. Her name? Oh we called her the hummingbird." Even if they didn't think he was nuts they'd think he was some kind of stalker. For the ten thousandth time he cursed.