Not in any flirty way, just venting. I’m staring mostly ahead, looking at the liquor selection behind the bar, wondering why the same bottles are al...ays full - always unopened- in every bar I’ve ever been in. But they’re still there.She’s asking me a lot, my guess is because spending some time on my situation takes her mind away from hers. My answers are rote. No I’m not from around here. I’m forty-eight. Yes I’m married. Yes we have kids. No she’s not on this trip with me. No I haven’t talked. "What kind of bet?" Rocky asked as he raised one eyebrow in my direction. "OK, I continued, who is the least likely sort of guy, in your mind, that Leesa would ever think about doing anything with?" I knew in the back of my mind who Rocky was going to say because we had often talked about Leesa's aversion to black guys. Rocky had told me numerous times how Leesa did not trust blacks and that although she was not a racist, she just simply never ever wanted to have anything to do with them. "How. Innocent...naive... lots and lots of babies... Won?t that be the best? Imagine howgood it would feel. Belonging to a man..." I told her."But... I..." She struggled as she nodded, trying to fight thesuggestions. Clearly she didn?t want this. She?d probably planned ondoing this or worse to Peter. The fact that she?d managed to geneticallyengineer hyper-suggestible mental traits into her new body was scary. Wewent over the baby making, devoted mother family mantra until it wasfirmly lodged in her. Now it was me who had to take a few deep breaths to get my breasting back to normal. It was then that I noticed my prick calling for equal time. I felt a bit cramped anyway after bowing low for so long. At any rate, I had had my breakfast, it was time to stand. As I stood up I noticed that my prick was standing up also and I honored his request for equal time. He marched forward and entered her without hesitation. Athena made some gurgling sounds before starting with more forceful AAAHHHs. I.