Then he finger-fucked me until I came and he was back at attention. Then he took me standing up, my back pressed against the door. Then I was on my ba...ck on the bed. Then he took me from behind over my desk. Like I said, Thomas was the king of fucking. He could go forever before he blew his load. But the entire time he was ramming his monster into me, all I could think about was Olivia and how much I wanted her, how much I wanted her to be mine. How I wanted to watch her cum. Now, what I didn’t. "Have you tasted your cum yet?" he asked, I replied no, he told me that he had and it was very slippery even slimey and slightly salty, but oh so worth it. Ok I said the next time I cum I'll try it, that would be tonight in bed. We played like this most weekends. That evening I went to bed a little earlier with the excuse of reading my boys action mags. It wasn't long before the excitement of the thoughts of tasting my own cum had my hands on my cock pumping it for all it was worth. It didn't. She pulled away and whispered into my ear, "Yesterday, I opened my window blind again. What were you doing about when you thought I wasn't looking?"Feeling a bit ashamed, I needed to tell her the truth. "I was thinking about you... while I masturbated." I didn't mean to whisper but I was because I didn't want her to really know."If it makes you feel better... I was thinking about you too." She put her hand in my crotch, my prick was only partly hard when she touched it. The small mound on my. ”“I wanted to make a request for our wedding,” she said, avoiding eye contact as she sat by my side. Not the romantic greeting I hoped for, to be sure.“For you, anything that the human mind can conceive will be as good as done,” I said gallantly.“It’s not too big a request, especially for you and your computer program,” she said, drawing close. “After watching all of the craziness, the chaos, the lust that the program seems to generate ... I want to restore the sense of family.”“What exactly do.