"Cooper! How you doing?" Came Darius Booker's distinctive voice."Darius? I'm fine man, what's up?" Cooper guided my speech patterns from very near the...surface of our thoughts. My phone skills were still a little too stuck in the 1930s for this kind of call."You busy this weekend?" Well, I've been trying to line up a date, but nothing's set in stone yet, why?" Ah, well that's good. Do you think your potential date might like to go water skiing?"I laughed out loud. "What?" Darius asked,. The original dolls where a bit of a taboo when they first hit the market but their ability to do things other then sex slowly showed them catching on among single men and later women. The rise of a domestic models, barbies as they where called by people because of their lack of genitalia, saw the dolls become more common place. Eventually the only way to tell the difference from a sex doll from domestic series was to take a peek under the hood so to speak.The Venus series of sex dolls would see. " I started on his left pinkie. My first few kiss were mostly my lips touching his toes and nothing more. By the forth one, I actually did kiss his toe. The fifth toe I touched with my tongue. It tasted a bit salty. Then I moved to the other foot and starting with his pinkie each toe received a warm welcome from my lips. When I got to his big toe, I ended it with a small lick. "Damn, I’m starting to like it more and more," he murmured. "This time I think you should use more of your tongue.. I only crashed because you were making me laugh, each arm flailing like a demented Catherine wheel as your balance was going. You looked like a bright blue windmill slowly intent on destroying anything in its haphazard path as you weaved randomly down the hill. It was fortunate for me I was behind you, mainly because my skills and expertise with the skis could be transcribed onto a grain of rice but also because I had already lost one pole and had no idea how to steer or stop. I would have.