Of course, she was curious but her mama had told her “Curiosity killed the cat” and she had no logical reason to pry into something without a real...y good reason and simple curiosity was not one in and of itself.With that thought she was a bit startled to see him slide in beside her in the shower and start to wash her back with the bar of custom scented soap. She leaned back into his muscular torso as he pushed the bar up and down her yielding crack and bent over slightly to give him better. “So,” she chirped, changing the subject again, “how do you like recording and doing concerts?”“FUN!” the two kids shouted together.“It’s not the easiest thing in the world,” Paula admitted. “There’s rehearsals and meetings to see what song the record company doesn’t want to let us sing this time, costume fittings, all kinds of stuff, but even those parts are fun. Well, rehearsals and costume fittings, and performing. I love performing.”“Yeah,” Paul noted. “You work your asss-pirational desires. I was Nietzsche’s Superman, and not in a racial sense. I was there to abolish the old world order and its moral underpinnings, eradicating the weak, slavish herd morality of the past and instilling a fundamentally new paradigm. Abrahamic religion and its moral ethos would be extinct like the dinosaurs of old. Oh, I’d leave them be in their churches, mosques, and synagogues, of course. But the world outside their cloisters would soon be unbearable and unrecognizable to many of them. At least of. We went to our respective rooms and I lay awake confused. At turns repulsed by what happened and turned on by thoughts of James’s body and cock. I slept fitfully and woke up to an empty house.I dressed and started work on the proof reading I was doing to earn money over the summer.In the early evening I heard James’s car pull up and he walked into the house. He smiled and greeted me. He handed me a holdall and said, “ I’ve got you a present” I looked in the bag and saw an array of female.