Often we joke with each other and have never found anything to offend either of us.Several weeks ago, we both had put in a couple of evenings of overt...ime on a pressing project. I decided in order to celebration the completion of the project I would invite J to have dinner and a couple of drinks at a nearby restaurant.We arrived at the restaurant and were seated at a corner table. We ordered a couple of mixed-drinks while looking over the menu. J and I made our selection and we ordered more. He stopped tit fucking me and quickly started to jack off and within seconds his load was all over my face, hair and of course my neck and chest. His grunting turned me the fuck on. After he came, he knew I still needed to get off. So he went into his bathroom and I heard water running. I was drunk with alcohol and drunk with the fuck session that we just had. Moments later, I felt a towel wiping my hair and face and slowly wiping my neck and chest and he whispered, just like that day with the. . me... to help you." Yeah, but-" Shut up, Ross," she interrupted him, letting him know that she was going to blow him, whether he liked it or not. And like it, he did.He refused to admit it out loud, but his sister's tongue felt so good, running all over his cock and balls. Then she went over the top, and he watched half his dick disappear. He fought the urge to grab her head and push all the way to the back of her mouth. If she was going to do this, it was best to let her do what she. I ordered up my small replicator and had it delivered. When it showed up, Margaret asked, "Hank, what is this thing in the large carton that is being delivered to you?"My answer was, "Heck, Margaret, it is a replicator. I am going to use it to make guns." I produced a big grin, as if my statement were a joke, and she accepted it as such. She dropped the subject and so did I. I wrote a series of basic programs working up toward the more complex ones as I learned to be a programmer. Yes, I had.