Kind of makes you think that eighteen might be a tad bit early to let them vote... and help determine the fate of the nation... doesn't it?For the men... the signals they got when the girls descended from the castle tower that was Cindy's, were somewhat mixed. The girls acted normally, in the sense that they acted like teenaged girls, padding around the house, getting something to nibble on, talking to the men, occasionally, and channel surfing on the TV to see if there was anything they wanted. Some of them seem to like playing with the puddles I call tits. Some of them. The more discerning guys let me keep my bra on when they're fucking me. I hate my tits and privately think there's something wrong with guys who don't agree with me. At least Ralph likes for me to keep them well supported. Of course, since we can't let anyone know about our relationship, Ralph can't take me out anywhere. All he ever does is come to my apartment after work, fuck me and still get to his home only a. Her joy was contagious, and he almost caved in. But he loved her too much. “Emily,”“Yes?” She stopped him from continuing with a finger on his lips. “My love.”“Our love,” said Hannah dreamily behind him.“Our love,” Emily continued. “Yes, agreed. Hannah and I have talked this over with Jada and Toshi and Frida. Don’t’ you remember all the laughing smiles your wives were sharing with us before we left?Mark was stunned. What had his wives done? “Well, I guess I do. And they were shielding. My new cock was easily bigger than anything I’d seen in real life or on a computer screen. It was smooth, hairless, and stood tall against my belly. It reached a couple inches past my belly button, leaving only a couple inches between it and the bottoms of my B-cup tits. Hmm, why not make those tits D cups? I was in the shower, after all; I could do whatever I wanted. I imagined my tits engorging, and sure enough, there they were. My dime-sized areolas didn’t look quite right against my new big.