The answers were still no, but not so firm. I noticed one or two casting glances at their friends, looking them up and down, a look of doubt creeping ...into their eyes.The conversation that followed was very enlightening, they asked "What did I think was sexy?"I just smiled in answer. Somebody said "You don't have to dress like a tart to be sexy".One of the women, Paula I think, said "My bloke isn't worth dressing up for", she was answered by one of her friends with a question "Isn't it worth. The full 7 inches of my manhood was there for her private viewing. As she continued this playful action I opened one eye slightly and saw she was grinning and that her eyes were trained on my moving cock. Her free hand was down near her own groin and moving about but hidden a bit from my view. I thought for sure she was probably masturbating while teasing my cock. I wasn't sure if she was going to do anything more then that so I took a big chance and reached down to my groin and grabbed my cock. "I can thank these women for you knowing what you're doing, then?" Yeah, that's right," Rick nodded."How many are there?" Three -- no, four." One didn't make any impression?" Teela cocked her head."There are four in the group, but I've only slept with three," Rick explained carefully. "So, how bad is it, thus far?" I dunno," Teela replied. "Am I gonna have to share? If not, it's all in the past and kind of irrelevant -- who cares where you learned to fuck? But if it's not over..."'Shit.' "I. He even insisted that the doctor implant in his memorythe same one he used on his patients, that hedistinctly remember everything that happened. Hell, notthat he’d ever discuss it with anyone, but that way hecould always jack off to the many memories, knowingthat he’d never be able to tell anyone what he wasthinking. Perhaps, to him, that was the best part. Hecould clearly remember every encounter of the past 5years, and they were John was beginning to like the feel of the black.