Nodding in satisfaction, Soo stepped back. "Well, your pulseis strong, and the fever is gone, so it looks as if you'll live.You'll be tired for a whi...e yet, but that's normal after any injury orillness. Just don't overdo things and you should be fine in a fewdays." Please define over do," Deirdre sighed, thinking that at the moment,sitting up probably qualified for that."Oh, no dancing, stomping on indiscreet men's feet, or swims in theatrium's fountain for starters," Soo chuckled then put on. Some just had their clits enlarged because plastic surgery was cheaper than gene-therapy, but I know there were a good number who went all the way and had themselves turned into the real thing - hermaphrodites. I remember the Feminists went ballistic over that. For some of them, it was like the girls who did it were betraying their sex by defecting to the enemy. For others, it was the ultimate in independence from men. Why would a woman need a man when she could be both? I think they're still. She padded to the kitchen, yawning wide, tawny skin bare and beautiful without a thread of clothing to cover her. At the kitchen table Max sat, nude in the summer air, his french blue eyes scanning the newspaper spread before him. Delia's hand smoothed over his shoulder as she passed, headed for the ancient coffee pot that sang on the stove. She poured them both a cup, hers thick and sweet with cream, his black as his byzantine curls. They sat together and looked across the table at each. Then she pushed me away and unbuttoned my jeans. She slid my jeans carefully, and when they dropped to the floor, she kissed my stomach. Her fingers were caressing my hips, my thighs, and then she slid her hand up my inner thigh! It reached so close that I could feel the warmth of her hand against my pussy, which was already wet and starting to drip with desire.She stood up and slid her short skirt down, then turned around. She was wearing a black string, and her ass was beautiful and soft. She.