CHAPTER 26

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Apparently, it was because she woke up with a huge smile on her face late the following morning even as she licked my cheek and neck. "Morning, Sunshine," I whispered.

"I don't think there's much reason to whisper, John. Afraid to wake the kids?"

"How many do you want?"

"How many bedrooms in this house?"

"Five, but I use one as an office although I could move it to the basement."

"Four kids with you sounds absolutely perfect."

"I thought you wanted to move slowly…take our time to get to know each other?"

"I did, but a week away from you helped me to change my mind. Changing one's mind is always a woman's prerogative, you know."

"Actually, I did know that. Want breakfast?" She replied by reaching under the blanket in search of my cock.

"I do, but I think this will do for now." She leaned down, her head reaching for me until I felt her tongue rub against my soft smooth skin. Even knowing that it was coming I responded with a gasp that evolved into a long low groan as I felt my dick vanish into her mouth and throat.

"Oh, God…that's…!" I couldn't believe that Sara's lips were nuzzling my pubic hair while her tongue lovingly left my shaft. The sensation was incredible and I was sure it would be over soon. I had rarely cum in a woman's mouth during my limited sexual history. Rob's sister and Daisy used oral primarily as foreplay—a prelude to actual fucking—so I was sure that Sara would move soon to straddle my hips and slide down my eager tool. However, that was my second surprise of the morning. If anything, her sucking and licking became even more intense until I felt the surge within my abdomen. "Sara! Sara! I'm…." And then it was too late. Five times semen exploded from my body straight down her throat to her stomach. The sixth merely dribbled out onto her tongue.

She emerged from beneath the sheet swirling her tongue and licking her lips. "Yum! Now, that's my idea of how to start the day right."

"Yeah…right! I have to agree, although if I had to experience that on a daily basis I'd probably be dead in a month." I sagged back onto the bed totally drained, but I did find the energy to pull Sara down with me. We kissed tenderly in spite of my morning breath until I suggested again that we get something to eat. Sara agreed mostly, I thought, to silence my growling stomach. She backed off then pulled me up with a laugh, leading me again to the shower.

I had never realized how much fun getting clean could be. We showed our love for each other with little touches and gentle kisses. I used a razor to shave my face then Sara used it to carefully shave around my cock and over my scrotum. "You won't regret it, I promise you," she whispered and then to prove her point she sank to her knees to take me into her mouth once again. It felt great, but there was no way I could cum only a few minutes after blowing into her mouth. I pulled her up and into my arms. We kissed again—long and sweet and tender—as the streams of hot water cascaded over us. Finally, I reached down and turned the spray off, leading Sara out to the waiting warm towels. I dried her hair and head first before moving down to her shoulders, breasts, and back. I knelt to towel her butt, abdomen and legs dry before standing to use a new towel on my own body. We found clothes to wear—me in the closet and Sara on the floor downstairs—and I drove her into the village to the Yacht Club for their weekend brunch.

I had bought a boat—a twenty-foot center console with a powerful Yamaha outboard. Yes, even computer nerds can have fun speeding over the water and catching the occasional fish. Joining the Northport Yacht Club made sense. I could use their tender service to and from my mooring and I bought gas at a discount even though I could easily afford even the exorbitant price of fuel in the harbor.

We had just returned to our table with hot omelets and sides of bacon and breakfast sausage when Sara asked, "What exactly does your firm do, John? Cara has told me several times, but I still don't understand."

"You're not alone in that. I wrote a complex program for my PhD thesis. Know what a firewall is?" I continued once she had nodded. "A firewall is supposed to keep unwanted viruses and spyware out of your computer, but they're typically like door locks at home. They'll keep some people out, but not all.

"Most computers have either Windows 7 or Windows 10 as their operating system. Windows 10 has a password requirement to open it, but that's easily overcome, too. My program is really three layers of protection, both to restrict a computer's use to its authorized owner and to keep all of that nasty stuff out. I've sold usage to a lot of government agencies and banks to whom security is of utmost importance. I charge $2,000 per computer the first year, including installation and upgrades and $1,000 every year thereafter. It is expensive, but so are security breaches whether you're a bank, a retail outlet, or the federal government dealing with national security. I'm working now on a mega-deal with the Department of Defense. Even they don't know how many desktops and laptops they have—more than a hundred thousand around the world, that much I do know, and they want each and every one protected.

"I like to think of myself as a patriot. I love this country and I'm proud to be a citizen. Nobody will ever accuse me of income tax evasion. I view taxes as dues for living in the best country on the planet so I'm giving them a break financially. I really can't say any more, but I will tell you this. By the time I'm done almost every country on earth will have this protection."

"Almost?"

"Yeah…I'll never sell to either Russia or China or Iran or North Korea or any other nation that's a threat to the U.S. I'm already working on version four. It's at least twice as powerful as version one. I'm the only person who can remember the password to access the program code. It's forty-two characters long. There are eighty-six characters on the American keyboard so the number of possible codes is 86 to the 42nd power—actually even more because I can use the same character two or three times. Any idea how many that is?"

"Not a clue; math wasn't my strong point in school."

"That's okay; I have no idea either. Just take my word for it—it's a hell of a lot!" We laughed and returned to our food and mimosas. After finishing the omelets Sara led me back to the buffet for a big pile of cold boiled shrimp. She insisted on feeding me one succulent shrimp dripping cocktail sauce after another. Sara told me then that she would be late arriving Sunday morning so she could get some clothes for the trip.

"Don't get too many. I plan on buying you a whole new wardrobe. I have a credit card for you to use. Think you might enjoy spending the first day in the hotel's spa?"

"I think I'd love it. I've never done anything like that before."

"Good…I plan on spoiling you terribly and all I ask in return is…."

"That I fuck you until you can't stand up…until you can't even move."

"I was going to say that you love me as much as I've learned to love you."

"You already have that." Then she leaned forward to kiss me and I was sure that she would have done more had we been in my house—what was destined to become our house, our family's cherished home. We finished eating only when we were stuffed, barely able to even walk back to the SUV for the short ride home.

I fell onto the couch and Sara joined me. "Why don't you see if there's a football game on?"

I just handed her the remote and a few minutes later we were watching Ohio State vs. Purdue. "That's the Big 10, John. Do you know anything about football?"

"Do you recall that I have a photographic memory? I know more about football than most people, but I've never found it too interesting."

"I'll bet you spent every Saturday in the library, didn't you?"

I couldn't stifle the laugh that began in my throat. "No bet," I gagged, unable to hold it down any longer. "You know I'm a nerd. You also know that I never dated until I met Daisy while I was in graduate school so it's a logical deduction that I rarely participated in most other social activities. However, in my defense I did play on the chess team and I was university bridge champion one year until my partner graduated. So, if you want to play either bridge or chess, I'm game."

"I'll pass," she said with a giggle as she laid her head onto my lap. "Let's just watch the game…okay?" It was…okay, that is, even though it was a slaughter. I asked Sara if she wanted anything for dinner and, after a moment's thought, she suggested hot dogs so I slowly squeezed out from beneath her head to start the grill. We ate around 4:30 then she pulled me upstairs to the bedroom where she once again demonstrated her athleticism by bending my cock in about a thousand different directions before I finally gave up the ghost, cumming hard into her soaking wet puss. We relaxed for a while before I helped her to the shower. I guess that four orgasms will wear you out. I was lucky to have just one.

I washed her carefully and she seemed rejuvenated when we exited. Sara dressed in her scrubs and left me just after six. I started my laptop to play a game of chess against the program. It wasn't much of a program—I almost always won.