"No," I said, "I don't have a bikini with me, but you go. Cool down." "My suit's in my bag," he replied. I chuckled. "Change outside, no one's going t... see you." I watched through a side mirror as he walked toward the water. He was young, tanned and very cute. He was probably about 20 years old, he had short brown hair and was muscular. He also had a tattoo of a snake on his back. He swam for about 5 or 6 minutes, when he decided to get out and change again. I got a glimpse of him drying off. ”“WOW! We need to talk about something else. You’ll have me thinking I’m important, and I wouldn’t know how to handle that.”“As soon as I met you, you were the most important young man I had ever met. You had all the girls - and my son - gathered around you, waiting for you to tell them what to do next, to have fun. Joey doesn’t just love you as a friend, he looks up to you, and that boy worships you. Just to see him have that much admiration of you, makes tears come to my eyes. You changed his. He chuckled and then called some other guys to confirm. There was lots of cruising. Lots of open sex discussion. “Are you a top or bottom?” (vers to bottom) “Do you fist/get fisted?” (I have fisted and am open to getting fisted) “Do you play in threesomes or groups!” (yeah!) “What kind of porn do you like?” (ruff, leather, raw, wild!” “Do you have any fetishes?” (Spandex, jock gear/underwear, public, leather, and cum). I answered all their questions, but got a little nervous. I excused. ..”“How many systems?” interrupted Beatrice.“To be honest ma’am I don’t know. I’m not sure anyone knows for certain.” He paused for a moment, looking up, his eyes unfocused, and Beatrice knew he was accessing his AI implant.A moment later he re-focused his eyes and looked at her. “According to the AI, there are currently over one hundred known, human inhabited, systems. A few systems have more than one planet inhabited, and for a few the habitation is space borne only.” At Beatrice’s look of.