He was always too composed for me to see who was the lucky person. So far, he didn't seem to be interested in any of the half-naked fan girls that pra...tically flung themselves at him. Back to John. "Well, fine. If that's how you feel, go ahead and dump me. Just so you know, this is it. I won't be taking you back this time." Did I hear correctly? It was over? I could not bring myself to hope. They had always broken up in the past, and gotten back together the next day. I was never able to tell. I told Monica she should hit the town with Lynda and if the opportunity presented well, see what happens. The sailors should be OK with frequent medical checks and the discretion as we will probably never see them again once they left port. If she wanted she could flirt a bit as we were sure Lynda had a high chance being fucked due to her slutty view of, if you enjoy it, do it. Monica wasn't sure just how serious I was about sharing her and if it would have an impact on our relationship if. " Standing up to your sisters didn't hurt either," the courier added half teasingly, glancing over at the stage as the song changed to something slower."Hm. That's more like it," she said with a smile, glancing back at Misty and holding out her hand, "shall we?"Misty smiled happily, and took the offered hand as they got to their feet before moving closer to the main group where they embraced, moving slowly to the music."Wanna know something strange?" said Misty half-rhetorically, suddenly. The big pert nipple peeking over the fuzzy pastel pink lining of herconveniently askew, hot pink nighty was pink. Soft pink skin flushedpinker in embarrassment. Even the eyes gaping at the girls gargantuanripe melon breasts were pink.Her skin likewise glowed pink in the not-quite-scalding sudsy hot bathhis similarly pink haired 'mother' had already drawn for him before hewoke up. It was there, at the height of his embarrassment andfrustration that he'd learned how to change himself.Initially,.