Charlotte certainly was a favorite around here. Even Stuart, his dick still in his hand, waved at her, excited there was a real woman in the room.“H...y guys, Charlotte said she couldn’t sleep. Do you want to play a game Charlotte?” I asked her. She looked at me and shrugged. “It’s a fun game! You know how you like fun games!”She copied my smile, “Okay! Yes! I like fun games!” She clapped her hands together, she was so excited.The guys were all watching now, interested in the game too. “Okay. How is that... Just how old areyou?" I demanded, emphatically; my eyes widening in awe and, maybe, withthe first twinges of fear.Russ just chuckled with genuine humor. "Very good, Don," He beamed, turningto return my gaze. I could see the pleased merriment in his eyes. "Youcaught that did you? Don't worry; I'm getting to that part. But you arealmost right. In 1939, when I first saw the bug, I was a fully certifiedbiologist, but I wasn't a prodigy; at the time I was forty-six."I collapsed back. I was wearing a white cotton thong, leaving my bare ass cheeks almost completely visible to their hungry lusty looks.It was boarding time finally. Everyone was anxious to leave the warm sunny weather outside to go into the cooler cabins of the train. It was a bit crowded due to rush hour but after a few minutes of pushing and shoving we were all inside. I ended up standing close to the middle of one of the train cabin and facing the window. It was still hot, as the air condition struggled to. The sculpture had been priced a bit steeper than Diane was willing to pay. As they left the shop, a man had driven up to it. They saw him go inside with a box in his arms. On their way to go shopping for plants, Jasmine and Diane speculated about the man's business and concluded that he worked there. In fact, they had convinced themselves that he was probably the small store's proprietor. Diane wanted to return to the shop and see if she could negotiate a deal on the statue's price.Jasmine, on.