Jennifer managed to make it through dinner without sounding stupid. At least I’m still smart enough to know when to keep my mouth shut, she thought, even though it worried her a little that she didn’t understand most of the political stuff that her dad and his boss were talking about. She realized it was only going to get worse for her every time she came, but… how could she go the rest of her life without cumming? If she thought about it hard enough, she’d rather live the rest of her life dumb and happy than smart but unable to get off.
After dishes were done and everyone had begun to settle down for the night, Jen’s mom asked her to come upstairs. She led Jenny to her room, and, rummaging through a bottom drawer, pulled out a little bullet vibe. “Well, this is it,” she said. Jen eagerly took it out of her hands. “Have fun,” said her mother, smirking. “And don’t stay up all night using it, or you’ll wear the batteries down.”