"For millions of years men have been scoping out women. There is a biological urge to mate and it's strong. In my day, people tried to ignore that and...pretend that it could be turned on and off with a switch or something."Gidget thought immediately of a boy in High School who had used the popular term that decade when he said "You turn me on."Bob went on. "From what I can see since I woke up, the only thing that's changed is that sex kept going on its natural course, and people just came up. Performing these duties required the occasional visit to Marcia's office, or a visit from her to my dusty cubicle in the warehouse. Marcia had some kind of bean counter/computer job. She had enough pull to have an actual office instead of a cubicle. I kept my visits brief and professional. Marcia was friendly and fun to work with, but she was not a flirt. I am sure our friendship would have stayed that way if it had not been for her car accident.She was rear ended on the freeway on the way to. She was hot and wet and gasped as I slipped a finger into her. Slowly I explored her pussy, touching stroking and caressing her. I slid down and dropped to my knees in front of her, slipping both hands under the elastic of her briefs, I slid them down her legs and she stepped out of them and sat back against the table. Lifting one leg, she exposed her pussy to my gaze, and soon to my tongue. I began to lick her cunt, tasting her juices as she began to squirm and writhe above me. I could hear. Once everyone knew who their partner was, they were asked to sit down so the show could get started. When everyone was seated, she introduced Tammi to everyone and you could hear the women's reaction to her appearance. She surprised even me when she announced that two of the number tags had a red heart on the back. She wanted those women to come forward. She took them behind a curtain which was just behind the television. When they came back, they were flushed and grinning so I knew something.