" Karl, I just had a thought. For a while I used to belong to a group of professional engineers. We met once a month. Eventually I got too busy and dr...opped out. What about them?" I don't know, I think it's too broad based and primarily a social club. But I'll talk to a couple of friends that still belong and maybe we can isolate a suitable sub group and organize a box lunch or something like that." Works for me. I'll leave in your capable hands." Now on to another matter. Where do we stand with. Now that he thought about it, his legs- as well as his cock-were cramped and killing him. But, as he started to get up, Anita put one of her small, warm hands on his shoulder."Do me some more," she said. "I loved the way you tongued my pussy. Oh, come on, Rick, just eat me out a little more! I'll fuck you good later, promise!- Come on, please?"Her pleading cut him to the quick, and he curled back up on the floor. His cock bobbed up, pointing right at his face. When he looked down at it, he saw. They glistened with sweat and stood up, pointing forwards firmly. Her nipples were erect and as hard as pebbles to the touch. Rachel motioned Jake to sit on the couch in the living room and he gladly went. Jake was wearing pyjama pants and he sat on the couch and spread his legs. Rachel knelt down in-between the boy’s legs and grabbed the rim of his pants. She hooked her fingers underneath the soft fabric of his pyjamas and his underwhere and slowly pulled them off; running her fingers along. " Recital?" Lisa's question stopped my rant."Remember when you were 5, honey?" responded Andy. "Your first piano recital?" Yes. Father said that he was wasting money on me because I couldn't get the piece right." Lisa looked at me, and then her eyes went wide. I guess my anger was coming to the front."Get the piece right? Get the piece right! YOU WERE FIVE! God who cares if you are a concerto at five! I didn't! All I cared about was how proud I was of you!" You were proud of me?" This girl.