“Yeah. He ain’t married, but he live with his baby momma,” Damian added.“Oh?”“Yeah. He had asked me one time before I got married if he co...uld bring a chick over.”“So you let him I guess.”“Yeah, she was bad. I ran into her in the bathroom and seen she had a dick.”“Goodness,” Nigel gasped. “Were you weirded out?”“Nah! I ain’t do nothin’ but shut the door and walk away. I asked him bout it a few days later.”“What’d he say?”“He just shrugged his shoulders and said she had some good ass.”“Cool.”“Can. She seemed irritated but she did powder me before taping the diaper expertly. I stood up and watched her handle my plastic panties. "I don't know how ya take the heat," she commented, "but yer grandma wants ya in 'em so it ain't my problem." She tossed the pants at me. "Put 'em on!" She watched as I stepped into the panties and pulled them up over the plastic shell of the Attends I was wearing. Then she motioned for me to hold out my wrists. To my surprise she started releasing the buckles on. "Pamela, you tell me right now to take you to the bedroom, or this is happening on your kitchen table." His fingers were working already tugging the hem of her shirt out of her jeans.His words fueled her desire and she pulled his shirt from his slacks. That was her answer and if he doubted it, she stepped back and lifted her flannel shirt from her body and quickly unclasped her bra. Trent tore the offensive garment from her breast and wrapped her in his embrace again. His mouth devoured her. '"Monique smiled, and said, "I guess you do have it easy. Too bad, I was starting to feel sympathetic towards your plight. All that work, and no time off."Steve smiled, "Oh, I've got plenty of work coming up. And all of you are going to get drafted to help me figure out how to do it. We've got a species to re-educate."Monique shuddered at the thought. She was imagining trying to 'educate' some of the people she'd grown up with; she hoped they weren't typical, but she was afraid they might.