This incident that I am going to narrate however is quite the opposite. Feel free to get in touch with me in my email Also, just so that you know, I ...m single ;) So ladies, feel free to drop in your notes.A few months back, I moved to Washington, United States. It’s been an exciting time in my life with work and everything else going around. I live a healthy and busy life. Busy life always means slog all week and have extreme senseless fun during weekends. This story is about one of those. He wrapped his arms around me from behind, and he started groping my full, teenage breasts over the towel. His thigh was wedged in between my legs as he began to ravish my neck with noiseless kisses. “...the bride wants pink ribbons on the flowers…” ‘Pink ribbons,’ I thought dazedly. The feel of his hot, calloused palms cupping me is almost enough to send me over the edge. I don’t know how I’d be able to concentrate with Jack’s hands, twisting and pulling on my nipples. I bite back a gasp as. “Oh my Gawd!” she shouted as she approached me, “Did you see that?” I asked her if she was okay, even as she put her hands out to her sides and then on to her head. I spread open my arms as she stepped up close to me and we hugged. “Are you okay?” I asked. “Yes,” she shouted, “But I think I totaled my car.” I surveyed her car and replied, “Maybe, maybe not, but you’re alive. I can’t believe you didn’t hit anyone and that no one hit you.” She held on to her neck, interlocking her hands behind. "I do as well, but we should be careful." Pina said. "The Meds we have visited do no genetic work. But the tech world has its own dangers. Once you allow yourself to be genetically analyzed, your code is known. Biologically active substances can be made that only affect you, and they can be either beneficial or harmful. And you can be cloned. If your code is stolen, you can be cloned without your knowledge, and it has been known to happen. Your genetic existence becomes dependant on the honor.