Please come and lie down on my bed, Bobby.”“Your bed,” said Jennifer, her voice tight again.“You’ll be there too, Darling,” said Mindy. �...Please ... trust me, Jennifer. I think this will be good for all of us.”Bobby was face down on Mindy’s bed, which was queen sized. His face was buried in the covers, because exposing himself to them was still hard for him, even though he had done it before.“We’re going to take your shorts off, Bobby,” said Mindy. She looked at Jennifer and put her index finger. We haven't gotten spare clothes to him yet and you are talking about something that might mess them up. Actually, he could probably hold off longer if it was skin to skin, rather than him being held tightly." Okay, Carol. When I do that, stand in front of me and we will do something. I don't know if I'm coordinated to do the deliciously nasty thing that's coming into my mind, but could I flip up your skirt and play with you while he rubs against me and ... I have to remember your appropriate. "who was flirting with who?" I then repeat your words "Give me the mixed drink. If you like it, I'm sure I will too"... and I comment that it sounds like YOU started it. We both laugh as the drinks arrive. Again, you and the waitress make eye contact as she heads to another table. "Eddie, remember you asking me what type of woman I'd be attracted to?Well... HER!!" I respond with a little "hmmmmm" then half joking, half seriously ask if you'd allow me to ask her to join us after she gets off. She moved down to started to lick Carl, but he realized it felt strange This time. Like he was missing something, like her tongue was exploring inside instead of outside his body. He bolted upright, pushing her gently aside. There between his legs was a slit instead of his familiar equipment. Carl jumped up and stared exploring his body with his hands. It took him seconds to put two and two together and come up with he was changing also.Carl grabbed his clothes and started to dress. It wasn't.