“Not as much as I feared that we were going to set the entire laboratory on fire when we experimented together with acetone and sulfuric acid,” Ed...gar replied.“Look at these kids,” Marcus said joyously. “Having fun with dangerous stuff. I suppose that stuff was dangerous, right?”“Especially in combination,” Edgar admitted.“And I was worrying about Edgar. It looks like he already managed to impress the little lady,” Marcus remarked in a loud voice.“We will have enough time to have fun at the. We've got plans this morning, and they don't involve you spreading your legs for me."She looked surprised, and a little relieved, and she jumped up and ran to the bathroom. (Actually, she waddled. It was almost funny. She obviously was still feeling the effects of her butt fucking.) While I was laying out her clothes (thong panties, jeans skirt, and blouse (no bra), plus her loafers) I heard a shriek from the bathroom. I didn't worry about it. That would be her pulling her tights off to. "Now, sit down. What kind of toast would you like?" Huh?" I can offer white, whole wheat, and pumpernickel rye." I would like the pumpernickel, please." Good, that's my favorite, too. Would you put two slices in the toaster?" Sure." I looked around. "I would if I knew where it was located." She pointed at a corner. I slid the roll-up door and pulled the toaster out gently, inserted two slices, and pushed the plunger down. I said, "Butter in the fridge?"She said, "Yes. You do pretty well. There. Being finger fucked where she might be seen drove her to distraction. The doorbell rang, Crissy checked herself in the mirror. Damn, she looked nice. Plenty of cleavage. Plenty of leg. She opened the door. A very presentable older man is standing there, with flowers and chocolates. " Crissy?" " John?" " Flowers and chocolate," I said, advancing towards her. " Mmmm," Crissy replied, taking them in each hand. I kept coming, until I had her pinned up against a wall. I put a hand on each breast. ".