The question I have and I am sure a great majority of our listeners have. With you being in the music business, with the constant exposure you have to...endure everyday. With the non stop concert tour you all are on, the music videos and all of the other exposure your whole band over the past year. When do you and the rest of your band have time to yourselves to relax in privacy?Bare: To be honest, I don't. The crazy thing is I want more exposure.Ron: Where you always like this?Bare: No, believe. Lynn was a lot less forward about it, all she really did was stair at it. After Sam touched it about 5 times I swam over to Lynn who was just floating around and asked if she wanted to touch it. When she reached out she was a little hesitant about touching it, when she finally did she kept squeezing and stroked it a little every so often. At one point when Sam swam past, I reached out and squeezed her ass. "Damn, we forgot to put sun block on." Sam said. When we got back to the shore, Lynn. This was only overshadowed by the sound of running feet and shouted orders. Everyone knew it must be nearing the end if the reactors were online and the machinery was powering up. The humans were making their final stand. The machinery, now at full power, began to hum even louder as the power was funneled into a single point of glowing roiling energy. The field grew slowly as a glow began to permeate the entire room. From the control room, orders were still being thrown around even now. Every. “Your mom had a large clit and lips too, huh?” I said in an effort to change the subject.“Yes. In fact, we talked about that afterward.”“After what?”“After we'd all achieved our orgasms,” she stated, I could hear the annoyance in her voice.“I know. I'm sorry, I just wanted to hear you say it,” I acknowledged.“You guys all think alike.”“Sorry,” I said. “But I just couldn't picture me and my dad sitting there jacking off.”“That's because your dad wasn't a really cool parent like our mom,” she.