And then it came to me."Husbands!" I cried out on the way home."Husbands?" Yeah, husbands. Don't you see? Wives don't make their husbands wear condoms...when they have sex because they know that their husbands are clean. And too if their husband gives them anything that they'll cut his dick off, and take him to the cleaners in the divorce proceedings." So if the husband fools around at all he'll use a condom, right?" Jim inquired excitedly."Yes, if the woman is single he has no choice but to wear. Eve wanted to name him after me, but I asked her to name him after my father, instead. I was very proud of my father, so I really wanted this. Eve bowed to my pleading and agreed to name him George. I was really pleased with George and loved him as much as Mary. We need as much genetic variety as we can get, so I would like to see our offspring alternate between girls and boys. Eventually, they were going to mate with each other, so we wanted the maximum randomness.We now have a total of five. "Now what's this about the real Julie Pinsky?"Andy swallowed hard."I was at the FBI building when this film came in," he explained. "In a room with about ten other people. I recognized the girl immediately, and I yelled out, 'That's Julie Pinsky.' So then when the recording comes in, I had someone call Julie with some lame survey, and I got a voice print, which I checked against this one. Next thing I know, I get a transfer to the Flagstaff, Arizona office." Because someone doesn't want you to. Steaming water continues to pulsate against my skin. As one hand abuses my pussy, the other finds my stiff aching nipples. My fingers pinch and pull the protruding buds. My pussy responds by tightening around my fingers. I push them deeper. Waves of ecstasy roll through my body. My knees tremble. I can’t stand anymore. Near mad with desire to have Tommy’s cock slamming into my cunt, I step from the shower leaving the water running. With water dripping from my naked body, sweet nectar saturating.