.." I see. Could you use an existing hull to make the mold?" I think so. Like the auto industry uses clay to design next years model?" Sure ... you co...uld even use an existing hull and make clay modifications to change the shape." How about styrofoam instead of clay?" Captain Smith had his two cents to add."Hey ... that's right. Good idea."Smith blushed, "You have a foam plant."Bishop said, "I do. But we make cups." Will it spray?" I asked."We have that capacity. Oh ... I get it ... an armature. “Yeah, tell me.”“Your pussy looks so fucking hot and creamy.”“Yeah, so creamy… for you.” You climb on to the bed, just a couple of feet away from me. “Thinking about that hard cock deep inside my wet cunt.”“Oh shit, yeah, filling you up.”I watch as you spread your legs wide for me, showing me everything.“Can you imagine me on top of you?” you suggest.“Yeah.”“Rocking back and forth on top of you?”“Oh yeah.”“Grinding my pussy on you?”“Fuck, as I stuff my cock, balls-deep inside of you making you. Evidently there was still some furniture and chairs and such in the rooms and I soon discovered that people were hooking up for sex in the rooms and any passerby could see them. However, since everyone was drunk, stoned and on ecstasy and other stuff I am sure most of them could care less if anyone saw them fucking. The thump of the dance music was getting more feint the further I walked. As I turned the corner I noticed something sounded like a porn movie being played. I came to one room that. As the stranger reached for the light, I moved to stop them, hoping they wouldn't know it was me and also hoping I could just keep quiet and move past them.Whoever it was, touched the bathing suit first. He then whispered, "Judy?".I still couldn't make out who it was. It wasn't my friend, so it had to be one his two other friends, who I did not know very well.He grabbed the door from my hand and shut it. Then I felt his other hand on my hip."Judy.", he said. "Hey, this is pretty cool, right? No.