That wouldn't do. "Thank you Dick. I think I'm going to really depend upon you. You're such a smart man. I can tell by reading your books. You're so g...ood at poetry, Dick." I think I may have been blushing. "That's kind of you, Emily. I know I'm not a great poet, but I do think I've written a few poems that would stand up to critical scrutiny." "Well, I just know they seem good to me. So anyway, I was wondering. It seems so silly, doesn't it? I mean, I'm sunbathing and I have this silly bottom. When she had caught her breath enough she ordered, "If you want to cum again soon, you'll lick me clean of your cum."Before the med tube had given her control of Wimpy, he would have refused the delicacy of a freshly fucked cream pie. But two months of conditioning with an erection that he couldn't bring down unless he did exactly what he was ordered had changed much in Wimpy's response. Without even a whimper he began to lick and suck at the mess he'd deposited in Marguerite's vagina. She. ”“You’ve seen it,” Ellie said.“So?”“It’s date night. You are supposed to be out on a date with a woman,” Ellie said stretching out the word woman so that was more like ‘wooooommmmmaaaan.’“My divorce isn’t final,” Guy answered curtly.“Like that has stopped Mother,” Ellie said.“Don’t compare me to her,” Guy said sharply.“I’m sorry. I just meant that no one cares that your divorce isn’t final. No one would think twice if you were to hook up with some sci-fi lovin’ babe,” Ellie said.“I care,” Guy. I... don't really like fighting all that much. Evenwhen I remember football, there's something about slamming into otherguys and shoving and punching and pushing and mowing over them thatdoesn't feel... doesn't feel... nice. I know that sounds sissy..." You're getting soft," Tim stated in an odd, almost hopeful way."Well, what do you expect, having your mind steeped a girl's skullswimming in girl-mones and stuff!" I replied with gallows humor and a sigh. "I used to wonder whether I could ever.