" Sexy?" she asked.He nodded, a stupid grin on his face, then sat down next to her."I guess it's doing its job," Lonnie said. "Of course, it may not b... such a good idea to let you two into the club after all," she teased. "The guys are going to spend more time staring at your wife than at the girls."The girls. Greg thought about the implications of that. He hadn't really doubted that this was going to be anything but a sexual experience. That meant four general categories for what the Pajama. A lot ofsensitive tissue gets snipped and shuffled around, the recovery period islong and, in the early stages anyway, sometimes painful. And there aremany things that can go wrong, from infection to tissue death to prolapseof the vagina, to many other complications, some trivial, some serious.Individually, the odds of any of those things happening are fairly small,but it all adds up, doesn't it? I've heard some people say that after amonth of recovery the best they could manage was to totter. She had invited a guy she didn't know over from a bar to her house on the hill. It was on private property. Made of mainly windows and had a massive pool. Which her new friend was already swimming in. She looked at herself in the mirror, making sure she looked good. Her dirty blonde hair was nice and fluffy, her dark crimson lipstick on generously on her large plump lips. Her long smooth "stripper" legs waxed and toned. Her eyes a bright blue. She grasped her high C-cup breasts and moved them. He gently grabs her hand pulling her back against him. The sound of her sighing can be heard and the heated passion can be felt from both of them."Why are you so determined to fight what you know you want to happen between us, Sasha? I think you are wanting this to happen as much as I want it to happen, so why bother fighting it?" His words whispering next to her ear."Damn it, Liam, this cannot happen," she insists. Her shoulder begins to tremble as she feels his soft lips caressing.