At the moment with beer and assorted fruit concoctions staining her somewhat formless uniform, beads of sweat breaking out on her makeup-free face and...support hose and running shoes adorning her legs and feet, she was not looking or feeling ‘babe-like’. The bar crowd had thinned somewhat, this place was a jumping off point and many had drifted off to private parties or simply hooked up and gone off someplace to fuck. It had been a very busy shift and her body appreciated the brief respite as. Doreen laughed when she saw the woman's questioning look. She explained that the height of fashion in Los Angeles required that a woman dispense entirely with underwear if her figure could get by without the help of such garments. Eileen slipped into the jeans and print shirt she ordinarily wore about the ranch and then tugged on her stout hiking boots.The first thing they had to do, Doreen said, was to make sure where all the other guests at the ranch were located. That was easy. Eileen. "Amanda was red-faced, and just looked at me for a second. She finally opened her mouth. "I've seen her, you know, go down on you. But no, I've never seen you cum. I figured maybe you guys did it when I hadn't seen."I finally sighed. Laying there, I'd managed to cover my naked body and, staring at Amanda, I said, "No, she won't do it. What Jessica did? Yeah. Your mom has never done. That's why I think it was so amazing."Jessica had finished cleaning up and finally said, "Well, I'm going to get. Think about it. If you're not and you say you're not, no big deal, right? If you're not and you say you are, large men in white are going to strap you into a canvas tux and toss your ass into a padded room where you can rule over your delusional little universe in peaceful solitude.But what if you were? What if you could prove that you were? And what if the rest of the world believed you? What if you could actually convince the world's pre-existing religions, and their associated institutions,.