The author does not condone in real life the activities depicted in this fantasy.PrologueThe year was 2136. The United States would be unrecognizable...to those who had lived there in the early twenty first century. For one thing there had been a civil war over the issues of taxation, the voting franchise and slavery. Ultimately the side that prevailed in the far greater number of states was the side that wanted a major reduction of taxes, a limitation of the voting franchise to tax paying. And I made you that salad dressing you like.’ Tom set the pumpkins on the floor in the kitchen. Karen followed, more than a little surprised that he had went to all that work.. Then it hit her. He wanted laid. She smiled. ‘I appreciate all the hard work you put into the meal honey. But if you wanted sex, all ya had to do was say so.’ ‘No, I don’t want sex. I mean, I won’t turn it down, but I know how hard you’ve been working, and decided it wasn’t fair you always had to come home and make. I had to ask. "Just where is Sylvester's mouth?"Tweety giggled and undid the knot on her wrap. She opened it enough to show us without completely exposing herself. Sylvester's tongue was lapping a hairless pussy."How did it feel when the tongue was painted?' Linda asked.Tweety said "I came twice. The poor guy had to keep dabbing my pussy juices away to continue painting.The painting area is only partially screened. Most of the women up there are topless and some were nude like me. Every guy had. Several days afterward she received an angry phone call from her husband, who warned her to go easy. Word had already gotten back to him that she was making noises, he told her, adding that things were touchy enough and he damn sure didn't need her causing him any trouble with his bosses. June was near tears when she hung up the phone; seldom had her husband been so short with her. After she thought it through, she started to appreciate the pressure he must be under. There were probably many.