They're the only toys I've ever held on to. I even have a Ken doll. He's always worn a tuxedo, but none of my Barbie dolls ever wanted to marry him." ...oor Ken." Barbie was always too busy driving around in her convertible, or doing some surfing on the beach, or teaching school, or doing some modeling," I finished, both of us laughing hard."Well if by some slim chance we have a girl, it would be a cute thing to hand down," CJ admitted. "How did work take the news?" James didn't know what to say,. We sit silently, enjoying the view and the company. I feel Sue reaching a decision when she releases my hand, placing hers on my leg. With only a slight pause, she slides it up the inside of my bare thigh, inching beneath my shorts. Her fingers work to push my underwear aside as she softly grasps my cock and begins to run her fingers along its length."I can't fuck you, Thomas. There's still Robert. But there are other things," Sue says while continuing to stroke my cock.In moments I'm fully. Inhibitions went out the window, which was why we did our philandering at another city from where our college was located, for fear of being recognized. My roomie was quite bold and risqué most of the time. This particular day was a lot of fun since I was not the designated driver to get us back to campus.I had a date that night with a real sweet hunk of a guy. He had dated my roomie the semester before so we sisters had shared his cock, (well not at the same time) ha ha ha. So after my shower. "Let me know if it gets uncomfortable." She perused the data as it streamed to her tablet computer. "No bullet fragments, that's good. Assuming they weren't all clean in and out shots, your body must have expelled them while it was healing itself. You have highly developed sensory organs, on the level of predatory species. Which I suppose you are, after a fashion. Let me guess, you have exemplary hearing, can see clearly even in near total darkness, and can distinguish individual people by.