”Wei’s mouth opened and closed, but still no sound came out.“Hey, what’s your name?” the shirtless child asked, thrusting out a hand. “I�...m, uh, Bruce, and this is my, er, girlfriend, Lucy.”“My, my name is Wei,” the dancer replied as she took Bruce’s hand and shook it. “Hey, I’m, uh, sorry I thought you were a girl, Bruce. It, ah, it’s the long hair.”“Oh, that’s OK,” Bruce said, giving a totally feminine flip of hair. “Lots of people make that mistake.”Now Lucy put out a hand, and Wei shook that. "AHH!" she gasped and panted. Mae grasped her nipple and tugged on it. "OH! AHHH!" Her belly jerked and her legs shook as she drew them up. "Oh, stop..."I lifted my hand from her mons. Mae lay limp on the mattress, panting hard as her arousal faded and she regained her breath. She stretched out her legs, smiled and wiggled her hips. "Mmm ... That felt good." She drew in a breath. "Mmm ... Is the bag empty?" It is." I closed the clamp. "I'll take the nozzle."Mae spread her thighs so I could. . well, do I put this? Penelope,” I left out the bit about her being Rosita’s daughter, in case they didn’t know and didn’t approve of mother and daughter sharing a man.“Well, well, they do move fast, don’t they? Good for them! Prime stud shouldn’t be left unattended at any point in his life, if you ask me. Including now, in fact. Read this, if you will,” Carla handed me a slip of paper ... from Rosita and Penelope, in Penelope’s handwriting, no less.Jack,If you’re reading this, you’re feeling. Like a turkey buzzard, yet!"I smiled in agreement that the image hadn't been particularly apt. "You know what I'm trying to say," I said. "I wouldn't know where to start, asking Maureen out on a date. How would it look to her? She'd start right away, wondering whether all this fuss about Nolan was just some kind of ruse, so that I could..." So you could -- what? Get into her pants? That's bullshit, son! She ain't no little girl. She's coming up on thirty years old. She's got a sick child and a.