They were all male voices. Which meant I alone had drawn the lone female SKIN. OK, I thought, all bets were off. I didn't come down here to become a g...irl! All the skins had been put on so that transmitter thing could be activated. I should be able to take this thing off now. So I'm off the hook! I smiled at the thought. I couldn't have been happier. Since I'd been dead set against this to begin with, the idea that all this was over so quickly was really making my night. And no one could blame. “Cuddling up to a cute woman is never an issue for me.”She smiled.The film finished. It was a good movie, but too long and he was tired. He yawned and stretched, popping his shoulder and neck, eliciting a brief grimace from Carrie.She wondered aloud, “It was a good film, all in all. Do you think they’ll do a sequel?”James did actually know the answer to that and knew how terrible it would be, but had to answer in a way that wouldn’t let on.“Probably,” he shrugged. “The only issue with sequels. She turned twenty last month." Why was she in the bar? Why did she call Tony dad?" Eat your pie, Grant, then take me home." Whose home" Yours or mine?" It doesn't matter. It's your call." How about mine. My wife is out for the night."Dottie just shrugged in a non committal sort of way. Grant paid the bill and they drove home, his home.Dottie's body was not glamorous. She was a few pounds over-weight but not fat. Her tits were still firm; her pussy was shaved and moist.Dottie was good in bed. They hadn’t cared for Gaston nearly that much. Judging from the way that Richard acted around his own mother now, he was in deep in the throes of an Oedipus complex, except maybe not the patricide part (hopefully not). He couldn’t keep his hands off Justine at all. If the present trend continued, she might soon have a third husband: her own son. At least that was her impression.“Richard, baby, I love you, but you need to get a good taste of other women as well. And not just Dandelion, either,”.