He'd figured it out, at last. What had given it away had been, after thethird poolside slip up had ended in the inevitable third marathon fucksession,...Ian telling him that he should buy a bikini. His joke had beensuch a specific request that he'd remembered saying it after encounteringa somewhat confused and embarrassed Joel leaving a clothes store, havingjust purchased one.It was fairly simple to piece together a hypothesis at that point. Aftertransforming, in order to turn back Joel needed to. "Ian shook his head, about to make a snappy comeback, when something about my expression caught his eye."I'll be damned if you don't have the look of a man in love," he said with a wry grin. "Do I know the lucky lady?"For all his Irish manner, Ian was a native-born Phoenix, so when he said 'lady' he meant 'human woman, ' not a member of the gentry. Though, now that I thought of it, all humans on Phoenix seemed to think of themselves as 'gentry, ' and their 'brides' as their subjects. The slight. Once we got in the room, we were all over each other. I picked her up and laid her on the bed. We practically stripped each other. Clothes flying everywhere. I had to get a taste of Cassie's pussy, which had a light covering of fine red hair (the carpet matched the d****s). I zeroed in on her tasty clit and ran my tongue all over. She started squirming as my hands gripped her sweet ass. Then I started humming as my tongue snaked inside her creamy pussy. Cassie started panting and locked my head. She didn't get it, a generational thing, I guess."Talks with Uncle Jerry" was an innovative new show, aimed at ten to fourteen year olds instead of toddlers. Jerry would have thirty to forty kids in the studio, tell them jokes, have a musical guest, and then he'd talk to them about things like peer pressure, divorce, abuse, cyberbullying, and other hot topics. He would even skirt sex lightly to the older ones, urging them to talk to an adult close to them about the changes in their bodies. He'd.