Suck me...baby...suck me...hard..." his words broke each time he shoved his dick into me, "yeah baby...you...thinking of my...cum...in...you're...mout...h." (He's going to cum in me again...fuck, I don't know if I can do this...why the hell didn't I leave when I had the chance) I knew I'd have to eat his cum and put the thought of it to the back of my mind; it'll be what it will be, but man his dick...oh his dick. I couldn't take anymore of his cock down my throat and pushed against his legs with. I’d been going along with whatever happened over the last few days, and had no regrets, but needed to sort out in my mind what was going on. That last was just a little too close for comfort. If I wasn’t careful, I was going to be caught in some really embarrassing situation, and get in trouble that I couldn’t just laugh off. The other thing I realised was that I needed to talk with someone about it all. I needed someone who could think a little more rationally. Of course, that required. But in the end, Amy did her duty. Of course, the old man didn't really die of a brain aneurism, unless by chance a blood vessel in his brain burst milliseconds before the .38 hollow-point round entered his skull.Amy hadn't wanted to kill the old professor, he was a rather brilliant scientist. But she'd followed him to his initial meeting where he'd taken a 'taste' and then watched him enter the lab after hours and fill a refrigerated sample case with several vials of the 'Vulcan drug, ' no. When I came down, he was kissing my face, and laughing softly."Oh, Bob," I mumbled, "I don't ever want anyone but you."He kissed me and replied, "What do you want to do about the contest?"Before I could answer him Dad's voice boomed from upstairs. "You two have twenty minutes! Move it!"I stripped the bed while he showered and then I showered and dressed in a blue jean skirt and blouse before we went up to the kitchen for breakfast. Though, we hadn't said anything about doing it, we both acted.