None of them rated a booth. In the lounge were a few couples having sodas with buzzers on their tables that would never go off.“We are going to play...a little game here that Elena and I played at one of her dad’s other restaurants on our drive to her home,” I told Emily as I led her over to a table with bar stools over near the bar. “Just enjoy the show.”First I went to the bar to request us sodas. The bartender was completely disinterested because two sodas cost right at five bucks with tax, so. She forced herself to stop thinking of that image and averted her eyes and walked to the kitchen. As she started cooking she got a little distracted and finally her breathing returned to normal, her thoughts become clearer and she started feeling better. By the time she was done cooking, she felt a lot better and so she walked to the drawing room and sat down to watch TV and wait for Sanjay to return. Her in-laws were already there and there was no sign of Ravi, so she sat down and started. “Okay … so … then, yes, you know I think your mom is hot. Very hot, in fact.” She continued to encourage him. “Okay … well … she has some of your looks, or you have hers, and her body is still … wow … like yours, too. And, her breasts …”Toni was away of her mom’s breasts. She often wondered why hers stopped at a C-cup when her mom has a full D-cup. Ty questioned her back and she blurted out what was on her mind. “She needs a good fucking.”Ty almost convulsed, his body flinched and drove. A hermaphrodite mouse named Squeak disguised her, uh, difference with body paint. Mrs. Bull thought she was wearing a strap-on dildo!"Mark gave her an odd look. "You may not be a freak, but you sure are weird." He leaned forward. "Could it be you're a closet furry?" Hey! There's nothing wrong with furry artwork!" she giggled. "I should show you my Doug Winger collection!"He laughed. "I was just kidding! I told you. Just paint your dick like a dildo, and all your dreams will come true. Tracy.