Is it dangerous?”He shrugged. “Not really. I guess you can always get an infection or something, possibly reject it, but it’s an outpatient surg...ery, nothing complicated. It’s a little expensive, but my dad said we could do it if I wanted.”“Then why not? I mean, if you were seventy or something, no big deal, but we’re only eighteen. You don’t want to be walking around all off-balance the rest of your life.”Teri laughed. “That doesn’t happen. You guys and your dangly bits… I mean, I’m fine with. I don't know..." she hesitated."Touch your pussy while you watch me stroke my big, fat cock for you," I urged. "Come on, you know you want to."Her hand went between her legs and she started rubbing her pussy through her shorts. Her face flushed lightly."Did you lick his cock?" I asked.She hesitated for a moment. "Yes." All of it?" Yes, all over," she admitted."Did you think of this big cock going down your throat?"I sped up the strokes as I got closer to orgasm. I watched her hand move and her. "You really were naughty with Adam, weren't you?" Sharon said as she stroked and her mother's crotch began to get hotter."Well, his mouth did leave my pussy very wet and when we finished, he just put my panties on and we left. All that juice had to go somewhere." I'd love to see you two in action," Sharon said in a warm whisper. "In fact, I'd love just to see his cock. From what you tell me, it must be something special." Who knows what could happen in the very near future, darling," Mary told. But PTSD is funny. When it comes, why it comes, what brings it on—we don’t know so much. Two people have the same experience, one goes full-flown PTSD, one is born again. Why?’ Out of the window, Bell watched the last daylight on the Bellagio’s oceanic pool. He cracked his knuckles, one by one. Then he looked up and smiled. ‘I know you have to go,’ he said. ‘You’re going to approach Tamina?’ ‘Like to. This evening, if she’s able.’ He held out a card to Sturges. ‘Any serious moral qualms?’ ‘Mine.