“Yes, of course. The gender imbalance is still skewed far too much in favor of too many men. It’s hurt your evolution to have that many males. It ...eally should be five women for every two men on the planet, when the dust settles and things stabilize. See how easily things go bad when the number of women turns scarce? China is an object lesson in the perils of too many men per women. A five-to-two ratio guards against that well enough while improving the odds that the sperm is high-quality, that. But most of all, now I have to constantly be on stiffy alert! If we are all in the main room watching T.V. and I notice I can see a little way up Doe’s skirt … boing! Then I can't get up from the chair for half an hour! Or the other day, I was helping her put the washing up on the clothesline and I saw that every time she raised her arms to peg the clothing her short shirt would ride up and I could see the “ T “ of her g-string poking above her shorts ... boing! I had to hold the washing basket. He tried to supress a smile but failed, and her anger increased. ‘I won’t go,’ she said, crossing her arms. He pulled her arms apart and put them around him. ‘Yes you will. And you’ll let me pay for it.’ ‘Sean, don’t you see? It’s not your problem. I can’t ask you to– ‘ ‘You didn’t. I want to do it. For you.’ He looked into her eyes, watching them soften with the contact and his soothing voice. ‘I love you, Aimee Rogers. And I want you to marry me someday.’ Her eyes widened, and he continued.. "I know you were looking forward to it. You should just go without me and enjoy yourself," he advised. "I won't enjoy myself nearly as much without you," she said, moving toward him and kissing him lightly on the lips. When he did not pull away, she deepened the kiss. Her tongue finding his, mating to it. She pressed her voluptuous body to his 6 foot frame. She got her hopes up when she felt his 8 inch cock stiffening against her stomach through his pants. She circled her arms around his neck.