" I wish that it wasn't necessary." Yes. However, the Guardian has spoken."Jim was starting to have an odd concern come over him, unrelated to current...events. He knew something was nagging at the back of his mind, he just couldn't imagine what it was."Love? Perhaps until we understand how this all works, it would be best to make her your Vice?" Annette said.Jim smiled. 'Yes, ' he thought, 'that would help out.'"Aphelia, I need help doing all this. I would be honored if you would assist me by. I then saw my sensual Ana sprawled out on our sofa, with her black date’s face buried between her thighs. Her toned legs were propped up over the guy’s broad shoulders. There was just enough light to see him darting three fingers in and out of my sexy wife’s dripping wet cunt, while the black bastard pulled on her swollen clit with his tongue and lips…Anita was squirming and grabbing the back of the black guy’s head, to get a maximum ecstasy. She finally squirted a gusher all over the dark face. At least you could do is to offer some conversation,” Xavier commented.“Conversation?” Ayn snickered, obviously amused. “Yeah, no one could say we had that much of that. You were too busy fucking my ass.”“I thought you could not understand anything I was saying,” Xavier felt the need to explain. Although, he was ready to admit Ayn was right, in that particular regard.“What difference would that have made?” Ayn shrugged.“None, of course,” Xavier shrugged, pursing his lips.“Good. At least, you’re. " The accompanying photo showed the girl proudly on full display, hands on hips, left knee cocked, and a sidelong glance over her shoulder.Several industries took a financial hit from this cultural change. Swimsuits became almost non-existent, going the way of American designed and built automobiles. The few in high-end stores were imported from Brazil, France and Israel. As Wal-mart, Target and Sears had long ago discontinued sales of swimwear, the overseas sweatshop-made suits were not being.