"You have to remember you're not you.You're me. And guys don't talk about that with other guys." I hate that." I know." I was trying to help." I know... But we don't do that. We help by asking if you need somethingand telling you to call if you do." I hate that. What did you do?" Walked around." Just walked?" Looked at stores."She laughed, "Since when do you window shop?" I know. But I was walking past and I felt drawn to it. Must begenetic or something," I laughed."That is sexist," she. .."That much was pretty clear. Olivia still looked like herself, but withevery slider moved a notch or two in the right direction. Her slightly-dumpy, bottom-heavy frame had evened out to almost perfectly average. Notwonderful, but it nudged her from cute-homely to just-cute, especially whena host of other, almost-imperceptible aesthetic adjustments were considered- clearer complexion, sparkling eyes, and her chestnut hair noticeablyfuller and richer than it had been the day before. And his. Soon enough, his hips began pushing upward and he let out a few loud sighs as his cum streamed out, sliding down his shift, melting in with his wiry cock hair. He looked over to me and smiled and then went back to monitoring the mess he had made. I reached down for my throbbing cock and began jerking it as fast as I could hoping to bust a nut while I still had the vision of him lying next to me covered in jizz. He stopped me. Slow it down, he said. Take slow, strong strokes, he said. He grabbed. It was getting pretty difficult for me to not to look at their nude big boobs.Then the bottle stopped on Dechen and Monica dared her to give me a blowjob and I got excited on that and gave a flying kiss to Monica for that. Then Dechen looked into my eyes and asked me “Are you ready for real fun” and winked and suddenly hold my cock over my underwear and started squeezing it.Seeing that Monica couldn’t resist herself and sat beside me and started running her fingers on my chest then I hold.