My theory was that a woman would be less threatening, and she could not be hurt if the people she met were too hostile. Sharp Eye, an obvious boy, was...driving, so this was not likely to be a war party, and I was lolling back, prepared to light a cigarette for the smoke if worse came to worst. All-in-all, we were about as non-threatening as we could get!Alice had everything under control when we pulled up to the front door with the wagon. It was an instant sensation and everybody wanted a ride. I was dying for him, while I was fascinated and horny - at least I think that was what I was feeling - at the same time. I had this crazy itch in my crotch and it was all I could do to keep my hands on my desktop instead of trying to scratch it!Would you believe that I'd never diddled myself? Well, no, I didn't really think you would believe that, but it's almost true. Oh, I'd rubbed myself down there, of course. Sometimes after I peed I'd take a long time wiping myself, I admit. But I'd never. .Suddenly I remembered the rainbow I'd seen at the car wash. Would different colors give me some definition to the different sides and angles? I rummaged around until I found the box of gel cutoffs I'd collected during the shows I'd worked on.After an hour of trying different colors I realized that while shiny surfaces will reflect colors, you can't see the colors on the surface itself. Another good idea down the drain.Later that evening I called Beth and invited myself over.Beth was waiting on. Lucy and Quinn moved towards each other, but Jack stopped them with a glare. “Sit,” he ordered, and they dropped to their knees like good dogs. “Stay.” He shot a second load of cum down Jo’s throat as his dad exploded deep in my ass. He gave it a slap as he pulled out.“Nice and tight,” he commented. “That’s a good ride.” He gave me another slap. Jack allowed me to quit penetrating his sister, and she fell in exhausted state of bliss onto the bed near her father. Jack handed his dad the fringed.