” “Then come back to my place for the night. We can take a midnight swim if you'd like.” “Okay, I will,” I answered and wondered when he'd f...nally recognize me. He kissed me goodbye and I was soon driving back home, thinking about him the entire time. Once at home I shaved my legs just to make sure there was no stubble, changed clothes, picked out a few things to take with me, and thought about what I was doing. I liked Mike, had always felt an attraction to him at work, and after last night I. I couldn't blame the poor guy. I felt andlooked beautiful.Then a cloud came over his eyes and i had to ask him what was wrong. Hetook my hands in his (I do think he had refreshed his polish, the littlesissy) and looked into my enhanced eyes."Wendy, you know that I am 60 years old, but you do not know that I havehad some problems with prostate cancer. I have had the radiationtreatments and am now cancer free. But there were side effects at thisage. I am not able to, as you Americans would say,. After hanging up her clothes and changing into some high platform boots, she went over to her computer and grabbed Bert. Giving him a big squeeze, comforted by the loud fart noise he gave her in response, Abby sighed. "What am I going to do, Bert? I've gotta go fingerprint him. And I'm scared all of a sudden. It would be so much easier to just have someone else do it. But it has to be me, and I have to see him." All Bert could do was fart in response.Taking a deep breath, Abby put Bert aside. ”“Becky!” gasped Amelia. “Really? Why are you doing this?”“I thought you wanted ratings by showing the world futa-sex?” I said, looking at her and giving her a sweet smile. “Behold, futa-sex!”Jordan let out a moan.“But ... but...” spluttered Amelia, her thighs squeezed so tight together her face swelling red. It spread down her throat. “I meant ... I mean...”“Plus, this will only help,” I continued. “You vowed not to have sex with me but to interview me. Well, clearly you can’t have sex with me.