The whole situation made me uncomfortableand I wondered if going out in public would ever feel normal again. "We'll get you a boring one-piece, but w...'ll get you something cutertoo," was Nicole's mission statement, "for when you get more comfortablein your skin."I sighed, Nicole was notoriously stubborn, so there was no chance of megetting my way in this one. The whispering crowd seemed to be tightlyclosing in on me, judging me, staring at me. "Nicole," I whispered, "I'm just going to go into. They were open in the back with a small hallway allowing access. We were escorted to the third cubicle, which, I assume, corresponded to Mardina being the third campus rapist victim.All the cubicles had a clear view of the "incarceration chamber." James Folley was already in a specially-modified suit and was strapped to a striker bed that could be rotated to any angle to prevent bed sores.My company hadn't done the modifications to the suit, but the government engineers had checked with us to. He was ten years my junior and as I studied his body, still developing I felt an unmistakable urge creep across abdomen and down between my legs.My nipples hardened and as my fingers deftly touched one, it felt as if someone had touched it with an electric wire, I was pulsing and getting very wet between my legs.He had fully exposed himself, masturbating freely, his penis in full view and his testes, though small and tight, were open for me to admire.I could hear him pant and suspected I was. Beth had her mother moaning and praising God in no time at all and she never spit out anything.Beth sat back on her knees and said, “I like Daddy’s cum and I want more of it. I expect you to bring it to me every night. If you don’t I’ll come in and get it.”My wife asked, “Where did you learn to do that?”Beth giggled and said, “Carol and Dana taught me after dinner. That’s why I’m so late.”My wife looked at me and asked, “What do you think?”I replied, “I like it and I think you had better give.