”“Yeah, but why? What kind of sense does that make, from a Darwin viewpoint? Cum all over a face, or tits, or the small of a back, that’s just w...sted. It’s not going to spread your genes. That don’t spread shit. And why do guys want you to swallow? Do they not understand basic biology? Because no one ever got pregnant that way.”“I don’t know all of Greek mythology, so I can’t guarantee that, but your point’s a valid one.”“You, for example, Mr. Cattelan. You’re a man. And an open book. So little. I guess I should have told you this first, but when I was about sixteen a kid about the same age moved in our building for a year. His folks were going through a nasty divorce and he came to stay with his grandparents until things were settled. We hit it off and after a couple of months, he invited me to a sleepover. Long story short, he gave me a blowjob that night, and many times after for the rest of the time he was there.”I had been looking at him the whole time he was talking. “And that. She started gently sucking on his member, slowly moving her head down to take more in her mouth. Jack retaliated by taking his other hand and tracing a circle around her clit, being sure not to touch it. She got half way down his rod when she began bobbing her head slowly, each time she came back down a little bit lower. Jack was getting closer to the edge, and because of the pulses in his veins Lauren knew it. She finally got his entire pecker in her mouth, being sure to close her lips firmly. I never understood that.”“Can I measure you?”“Yes.”He went to his bag and got a rope with numbers on it. “Step on this.”“Okay.”He stretched his arms up. “6 and 10, amazing.”“What are you?”“I’m 6 foot 2 and I’m tall for a human.”“I’m short around here. Show me a foot on that rope.”He holds out a section.“I would say most of the men are probably 7 to 8 foot, the woman are all 7 or more but me.”He wrote in his notes as I spoke. “Now, how far can you fly?”“I guess I could fly a very long way but I.