Cheryl isn't a swinger, hence the attitude toward Penny and Pam. So why wasn't she equally jealous of those three? Was it because she'd been attracted...to the three guys her own age? Or was it because she was jumping into her seat of the truck without her shorts and thong panties, swiveling on the seat, and lying back with her left foot resting in the opened window and her right folded back so that her knee was near her cheek, urgently demanding that I, "Hurry up, damn it!"Twenty seconds after I. What would they think of me? Would they laugh? Utter an apology and leave? Stay and watch? I shiver. Exposure suddenly feels risky. Dangerous. Yet utterly thrilling. She stirs and my legs wrap his torso, his belt buckle cold against my thigh. The shift of weight permits him to more easily bury his face in my neck. Light stubble first scuffs then scratches my tender flesh, his patchouli and cinnamon scent drifts between us, mixing with faint traces of wine and the distinct overtones of jasmine. My head is right in front of them as a shy drop falls down your cleavage. I like it and its salty. I put both my hands on your naked breasts, you moan in pleasure again, and you keep moving up and down on me. Like you are dancing to music you only hear. I guess the choreography and tag along, moving a bit with you, making at every thrust the best of it. I cup your breasts, I love putting my hand there and feeling the corner where your breast meets your torso. I lean my head backwards. I feel it. "Who rang that bell? Oh, it's you! What took you so long?"Dorothy smiled as she recognized the Solder with the Green Beard."Wait just a minute," the Soldier said, and closed his window.The foursome heard some grating sounds, sliding sounds, and finally a loud CLACK as the great door slid slowly open.The Soldier stepped forward and saluted. "Welcome to the Emerald City of Oz." Remember your promise," Dorothy warned. "You said you'd take us to meet the Wizard." Of course," the Soldier grinned..