You and I can’t see colors!”“Our eyes can see them,” I said. “Our brains just can’t. It’s like the photographs. The colors are there, bu... you have to have Bobby’s genes to see them. I mean interpret them. I mean ... I can’t explain it.”“I get it,” said Melody. “Wow! You do realize this proves that gene therapy would make us like him. We’d be able to see what he sees.”Once again, this changed everything.I thought about it from a tactical perspective. We could now see what the enemy could see. We. Biggest inside joke ever,’ Dave said. After that, Dave moved over towards Kim and put his arm around his shoulder. ‘Whoa there, I thought we were talking about a kiss here, no arms,’ Kim said jokingly. ‘Oh shut up and kiss me, bitch,’ Dave returned. And it was that easy. Dave leaned down and tilted his head and met Kim’s lips for the first time. The warmth was soothing and the world began to align itself, and they each felt it. They continued to kiss until Kim’s tongue began to dance at Dave’s. ." Fuck yesss...just like we do with Krista..." Chris dug his fingers into Carrie's hips. He knew it hurt her and saw her wince, but it was a good pain. She liked to see scratches and bruises and bite marks after fucking. "When is she getting home?" "When she's done...fucking...your guys'...daaaad." Her bouncing got faster and her voice skipped to the rhythm of the pounding. "What a fucking slut..." Chris could feel himself getting closer and closer to cumming."Are you...jealous baby? . Let's have a look at them."The two boys began visually devouring the pictures in the catalog,excitedly pointing out what they thought was the hottest outfit on eachpage. Tom liked a black dress than only came down to about four inchesover the knee, and which was held up with only very thin straps. George,for his part, decided that he liked a rep top with an exposed necklinethat was cut tight but had flared sleeves, and a pair of black jeanswith flared bottom and a little chain that swung.