"Oh, I don't know," I said, trying to think of something. "Laundry?" "I wanted to clean out the garage and get our camping gear out, but with all...this rain, we'll have to do it next weekend. I hope Maggie likes camping," he added. "I'm sure she will," I replied, trying to remember if Kate mentioned that they would be going on some type of camping trip. Just then we heard a dragging sound coming out of the kitchen. "What are you doing in there, Maggie?" Arnie called out. . Before releasing, she took his damp clothing and then directed him to the bathroom to shower as she cleaned up the mess. He made his way into the bathroom, clothing flying off on the way. Adjustments were quickly mad to the water temperature to finish the chore as fast as possible. A ruffle of the shower curtain announced her arrival just as he and started lathering up the remaining sticky mess in his hair. She grabbed the nearby bar of soap and motioned him to switch spots with him. He rinsed. Lee had kicked off his sheet and I saw his whole body, head to toe, in the moonlight as he slept on his back. His smooth hairless skin looked even better in this setting. I saw his arms were up over his head exposing his armpits in a relaxed position. I could see his thick black penis and tight patch of trimmed pubic hair at the base of his cock. A gentle breeze blew into the window across his black skin. Lee was getting an erection, he must be having an erotic dream and the breeze was. At the same time my mind screamed 'Oh dear god!'"You let me touch them. They're different than the real things. A little harder, they don't hang like real boobs. When you got them you explained that men are nuts over tits. You said that if a pair of boobs could stop a man long enough to hear what was coming out of your mouth, then they have served their purpose." Lucy Maya's philosophy was feminism through overt sexuality. This was a concept so foreign to me that I could barely get my mind.