Yes, it is the young woman's choice -- but not all of them or even most of them choose what you think. Doctrine has an explanation for it, but like a ...ot of doctrine, it can be rather self-serving."Your room?"The change of subject shook him. "My room? Are you blind? There's a half dozen people in 'my room.' The princesses rarely have to share with more than one, and then only when they are young. By the time they are brought to the 'Light' then have their own rooms." Brother, I suppose you will. Everyone agreed with him on that. That much was obvious. He’d talk to others and ask them which they’d prefer, and they’d all tell him that they’d prefer young pussy, fresh pussy, and it would be the best pussy.He swilled down the rest of his scotch, and stood up. He stumbled a bit as he did, but he had a purpose, a reason for what he wanted. He knew what he wanted. Now he just had to get it.He stumbled from his study, out into the Foyer of his luxiourous home. He looked around for a moment.. I thought I could see the dynamic. Marti was working on seducing the bride-to-be before she got married. Susan was curious but shy.My phone rang. Jon was in the lobby. I told him where we were and ordered him a drink. Got another for me and the two girls while I was at it.He showed up and we hugged a greeting. Very pleased to see each other. I'd told the girls why we were there and how Jon and I were best friends since forever so it was no surprise we wouldn't just shake hands.Marti still said. Now she was naked from the waist down to her socks, her peach-like buttocks exposed to the chilled air, as was the thin wiry patch of pubic hairs nestled around her pussy slit that would soon be releasing her golden stream to splatter over the old carpet.Suzanne dropped into her squat. The house was deathly quiet as she got ready to pee. She could feel her bladder need sweeping downwards to its point of exit. She was trembling with the thrill of her naughty deed. It was too late now, she was.