I can't say I wasn't proud. She started slowly stroking it and asked me how it felt. I told her it felt great to which she gave me the same mischievou... "Yeah?" I got when I first told her how hot I thought it was feeling her soaking wet pussy through her panties. She kept stroking it and asked me "Do you want me to suck it?", to which I said "Yeah baby". As good as her jerking my cock felt, I had no idea what to expect when she put her lips around it and started to suck. What I got was a. .. ?" he spluttered. "You're not... !" No, I'm not Prototype Ten. Since I have no prototype number, you'll just have to call me Sam. That's what my parents call me, anyway."His mind still befuddled, the Golindan stammered, "Y-your parents?" Um-hm. Prototype Nine's my mom, Prototype Ten's my dad, and I can tell you man, adolescence sucks when your parents know everything you do and think!" The young man shook his head, smiling. "I have to admit, though, they only butt in on the important stuff,. The third girl, Heather, was another blonde - thin, with tattoos on her tits, which were nothing to brag about, even compared to Shamira's obviously unenhanced pair, and microscopic compared to Angel's plastic monsters. She had a deep tan, with incredibly white (and narrow - on her tits they were barely wider than her areolae) bikini lines, which made her trimmed but not shaven cunt hair stand out sharply, and was, Bob admitted to himself, pretty erotic.Her speciality appeared to be acrobatic. I made it there first and took a seat at one end of the bar. He sat a few places to my right, and we both had to exchange eye contact again. Only this time, he did help himself to peek at my cleavage."What can I get you?" the bartender asked."Whiskey, neat, please." And for you, sir?" The same as the lady, please."I nodded and glanced at him again. Needless to say, I loved the sexy voice to go with his face. However, we still didn't speak to each other. The bartender gave us our drinks.