It's just because it is.Think back: You liked your 40s didn't you?Well, too bad, because they've already gone past.Your 30s...?Better still! (Oh! Igno...e that. A lot of older men have that 'furiousspontaneous erection'-type response to this. But, seriously - if THAT'Swhat it looked like at its prime, then no wonder you're such a joylessprude...)Your 20s...Your teens...THIS is what we're going for.God, you were a gawky little shit, weren't you...?Sorry - AREN'T you...?Now, in this little. She jumped up and grabbed the ladder. ‘Kaldwell!’ Jones yelled, ‘What the hell do you think you are doing?!’ The ladder slid down with Kaldwell on it, and, after almost falling off, she raced up it. ‘Dammit,’ Jones grumbled as he ran down the street to the front of the building and through the front door. Reaching the second story landing, Kaldwell yelled out, ‘Hey, you with the camera, stay where you are!’ The only reply she received to this is a whispered ‘oh shit!’ from the photographer’s. "I was glad to get away from Dottie and her cryptic cracks. That evening when Jane got home from I was still in my bra and panties, and had no chance to change. So I was still wearing them when we went out to eat. Even though I was also wearing a shirt, tie, and jacket, the bra I could feel underneath gave me a feeling that I was gussied up, dressed special. I kind of liked it. My badge of membership.I had two scares. One was before we went out, when she told me we needed to put on our make-up. Everything they did was for maximum impact, maximum arousal, maximum erotica and to elicit maximum production of sperm from the males.Maxine had been told by Laura that Ardvanteum, Justine’s male counterpart, was a heavy cummer, even at the tender age of seventeen. Maxine listened to all of Laura’s tales about how the commune started just over a year ago and how three of them were now pregnant by Ardvanteum. Justine was the mother of the commune and the central figure, she would never get.