.. hell, I doubt that any of us are capable of seeing ourselves the way we really are. It requires a level of objectivity that I don't think exists in...human beings. The truth is that it wouldn't matter if you could. No one cares how you see yourself. What matters is how they perceive you. And for the most part these other Alphas can't help but see you as a threat to their goals, ambitions and desires. Beta Males will admire and resent the hell out of you, but they'll follow. Some Alphas will. I don't have any problem with you joining Dee, and me so if your hesitation is because of me you can wash that one away. In fact, I think it might be rather sexy to have a matched set."Dee laughed out loud, and the blush on Tara's face subsided, when she understood that neither her daughter nor I would be adverse to her participation in our lovemaking. "You two are terrible," she chuckledI nodded emphatically, "Yes we are. I thank you for your recognition of our base talents."Dee just laughed. He dried his top. She dried his legs. His stomach. His cute bubble-like ass. Twinge! Twinge! My, My!Then gently, so gently, she dried his scrotum and his large member swayed mere inches from her face over the top of the towel. Then, for reasons probably only known to a Monica-of-the-oval-office type female, she kissed the tip of his penis. Smooch! Balliwick moaned, so she did it again. Smooch! And one more, to grow on, and for good luck. Smooch! Balliwick became a moan-fool, he did, with each. Suddenly, I found myself in a lush, green field. A short distance away, a blond woman in a green dress sat at a picnic table under a large oak tree. Carefully, I walked over, curious and unaware of my state of undress. "Uh... hello?" I meekly inquired, waving tepidly. She turned to me with a soft, warm smile."Ah, John," she began, motioning her hand to the other side of the table. "I have been waiting for you. Please, sit down and I will explain everything." I did not see any other choice but.