I looked over at Barbie, who was smiling and nodding her head. I huffed out, “Well! I know where I’m not wanted.” “Exactly” both girls sai... in near unison. I took another long look at both of their glistening, tight, tiny wet bodies surrounded by shower steam, then I stepped over the tub wall and the door was pulled shut behind me. I grabbed a towel, dried myself off then turned around and tried to open the shower door to get another peek at the girls. No sooner did I get it open a crack. I stood aloof, my mind elsewhere, as all around me the lascivious suggestions of the dances of that time were taken up by those performing them. As the clock struck eleven, within a dozen yards of where I stood, a young gentleman was performing cunnilingus on a clearly drunk and deliriously happy flapper, and two couples were actually copulating at the edge of the dance-floor. Elsewhere, women’s dresses were slithering down arms as they danced to reveal pert young breasts, and only slowly. Then as the power built, I saw them shrink back into their sacks and disappear. My scrotum, that had held them at one time shrank back into my body and formed perfectly shaped lips with a single hole in the middle. Still my orgasm had not taken me and I continued reading the next instruction. " Take the shaft of your penis in your fingers and mutter, "Ibin Cantin" five times as well." This I did and as I proceeded doing so, I felt a tremendous orgasm shoot through my body. My hands shot outward. ." She's your age, honey." Mom, I'm not my age. I'm a high school grad." That's what your dad said," she sighed. "For real?" Yes ma'am. I'm actually taking college courses. I showed you my Google business card." A light bulb went off in my head. "Uh, Mom? Can I call 'em?" Who?" My team at Google? Maybe visit?" You're serious." Mom, you saw Bot-bot. The videos." I thought your dad did that." No, Mom. I did. Lots of help. My ideas. My concepts. That's why – Google." How would you do such a.