He carefully watched the green characters stream down the screen as the machine went through it’s startup routine. When no error messages popped up ...he breathed a sigh of relief.Thirty five minutes later the press started running.An ecstatic Saul thanked Morgan.“How do you know so much about this stuff.” he asked the embarrassed kid.“Well it’s kind of a hobby, I was going to go to college to study computers, but, well you know.”Saul felt a bit sorry for the kid. He had done his National Service. "Brody, yes." She became wider and wetter with each thrust of his fingers, the jaws of her sodden pussy biting and releasing. Peaks of white cream began to form around his knuckles as her arousal took hold. He bent to lap at them, excited at the taste, fighting the urge to push her to the dusty ground and dive into her gorgeous cunt face first. Instead he fingered her more. Faster. Deeper. Crooking his digits, wondering if the designers had the presence of mind to include a G-spot in her. Nobody besides Hextall has ever scored intentionally.”“And we saw history made!” Kara said.“Yep! Let’s check on Jorge and head up to bed,” I said.We walked over to the ‘Indian’ room just as my sister came down the stairs. She looked sheepishly at me and went to the door of the ‘Indian’ room.“Hi,” she said to Jorge. “Can we talk?”Jessica, Kara, and I decided we’d just go up to bed, and leave those two to talk.April 12, 1989, Chicago, Illinois“Did you see this?” I sighed. “I knew there were. But you haven't welcomed me home."Together they hurried up the stairs and into the master bedroom. Vixen's father, after tossing aside his boxers, fell on his bed, smiling and still wearing his socks. Vixen stripped, straightened up his cock in a couple of minutes with her practiced hands and talented tongue and then she threw a long leg over her father's hips and slowly eased herself down his big pole while he reached up to enjoyed her firm breasts, the ones that were hers and not the pair he.