”“I missed you Mommy ... and you too, Bobo.”He looked at Bob, “I know you’re my Uncle Bob, but ... can I still call you Bobo?”Bob nodded, ...emotionally, “You can call me anything you want, CJ.” He choked back a chuckle, “Although ... I was hoping when you got a little older you might find something else to call me?”CJ hugged him. “I made them let me see you and Mommy every few cycles. Those are like our days. I always said you were my ‘Urrghaaht Rhohrblook’!”Bob chuckled, “Did you just throw. Would you really prefer me to call you up on Saturday morning. Then say to you, I have a body in the middle of the Washington Marathon route. Could you send a clean up crew immediately, since someone is going to stumble over us any minute.Worse still would you want me to take an arrest and wind up in jail with cops and medical people probing me. Would you want to trip the doomsday switch in a DC police station with homeland security doing the investigation. There is more, but I think you get. I played with her beautiful boobs while my right hand kept busy satisfying Valentina’s desires.Then, Matt moved behind Alejandra, licked her pussy for a couple of seconds, and penetrated her. She made some loud sounds even though her mouth was filled with my shaft.After a while, Valentina told me to lie sideways. She did the same and lay in front of me, grabbed my cock and introduced it in her pussy. I began moving inside of her slowly while I kissed her back and got hold of her big boobs.. .. I don’t know.I had a breakthrough of my own. I ran a drill bit through the nozzle on the injector ... hey! It didn’t work before ... these damn mechanical injectors clog ... and the French and German monster hadn’t run in years. Cleaning the injectors worked. I contacted the factory and wheedled a single injector out of them. I know somebody who machines complete injectors for tractor pulls. For the sum of 25 grand for the first one and $2,190 per set of six thereafter, he built me injectors.