?But we have no data, even secret data to back it up.? ?Then let’s get those data for our future clients.? John’s smile said it all. He thought he... got me hooked. ?Consider Tara your first guinea pig.??You want to change her?what???Attitude, personality...consider this a $10 million experiment Hal. You are a scientist right??Oh, he really did do some research. I did think of myself as a scientist. ?Okay, I’ll do it.? I started thinking the changes needed on the immersion program. ?I can’t. "He asked me to pack him a few things. He said he was embarrassed to ask you or any of the others to pack his undies."Diana laughed. "Oh, my goodness. A hard-nosed retired cop worried that I might see a stain from a racing stripe in his shorts," she mused aloud.Jeff chuckled as he followed the Escalade down the drive. "Actually, he had his clothes all hung in a very orderly manner, and the ones that were folded were neat as well. It looks like most of his shorts are new, but I guess he was. Candy and I both walked like we had been on horseback all night long." She said and while she still had what appeared to be regret in her voice she also sounded excited."It's great that you found some good cock but I think I could introduce you to some white guys that might get you off just as hard." I said and she looked at me in disbelief."I doubt it. Have you ever had a black cock?" She asked with raised eyebrows."No" I replied."Maybe you should before you say that with such certainty. After. I was imagining my own supple young body mounting me, and his hips thrust this invading object somewhere deep inside me. I began lifting my hips to meet my son’s thrusts and each time I thrust off of the mattress into him, the heavy hammer head would drop towards the bed making the shaft press up into my prostate and force pre-cum from the tip of my throbbing shaft. I did my best to replicate the lustful noises I had heard mom make when she was getting fucked. I urged my son on, “Fuck me!.