Why would women have additional genetic code that men didn't have? For the most part, both genders are the same. It had to be because of me. Each of t...ese women bore my mark, the amber streak that hovered over their chest. They each wanted and shared me willingly. It had to be that. I was encoding them. I was affecting them as if adding code to their profiles. Only the code I added couldn't be deleted in the program. Just like the code Renée and I were apparently born with, it was not. I like sex with hard men. I like sex with soft men. I like sex with hard women and I like sex with sensitive women, I just like sex." I admitted."So, should I throw my hat in the ring?" he asked."Only if you are tired of the hat, I don't screw the men I work with." It was a lie, but I hoped he didn't know about Martin."This a private meeting or can anyone join in?" Alex asked as he seated himself."You can come on in, Morris here wanted to know, if it was true that I am a slut," I commented and. I s'pose there was an emergency with work and your uncle had to take off for awhile. Diane went down there to help out with the kids for the weekend. I reckon you won't get the see her, I'm sorry." My grandpa looked down as he finished, sweeping the rest of the dust off of his boots with his fingers. "It's understandable. No need to be sorry, grandpa, that means more quality time with you!" I smiled really big, trying to make him feel better. I could tell that he was disappointed. He knew how. Beale made her put each leg over an arm of the chair, under penalty of pain. Ms. Beale kneeled in front of Donna and looked between the now widespread thighs. Donna was the only natural blonde in her class, and the wispy blonde pubic hairs did not conceal her genital cleft, with plump labia pressed together, looking much like Ms. Beale's little girl's childish cunt. With her left hand gripping Donna's right breast, Ms. Beale ran the index finger of her right hand up.