Oh my god I shouted feeling my cock about to explode. “Oh no your not, go sit in the chair” Celeste commanded as she pulled away from my cock. I m...oved from the bed to the bedroom chair. “Play with yourself for a while” Carmine told me as Carmine and Celeste’s lips locked. I laid back and watched as they kissed and tasted each others mouth. Celeste slid Carmines dress off leaving her in black thigh highs and a garter, and a black bra with the straps pushed down the shoulders. Celeste slipped. On our third Monday there we received a phone call from Mr. Simon that both excited us and made us more alert for danger.He reported that he had filed for the patent on the formula on Wednesday and sometime Sunday his office had been broken into. Possibly no connection but the only papers disturbed were the file on the lawsuit against the Lab.I asked him how he knew this and he said that they might have wanted to do more damage to his office but his alarm had notified the police who arrived. ‘Baby, rub my cock for me. Get me hard.’ Her hand slid from my thigh to my crotch and began slowly stroking my cock through my pants. It was already hard from her leg rub. ‘You love my cock. Tell me!’ ‘Oh god baby your cock feels so good. It’s so fucking hard. I love the way it feels in my hand. It’s so big. Umm.’ We were turning into our street now. ‘When we get back to the house you’ll want more than anything in the world to taste my cock. You won’t be able to wait to get inside, you’ll want. It was a science fiction novel about this couple from the future coming back to the present to try to stop World War 3 and during the process the emphasis shifted from the futility of war to the futility of trying to prevent war.’ ‘That’s a defeatist attitude isn’t it?’ ‘Not really, what it was saying was that there are forces at play, very powerful forces, whose raison d’être is to keep war happening. The business of war is a very profitable one for a few who see the loss of life as collateral.