I knew I wanted to be with Ron again. Now. The problem was how? What excuse could I use to get separated from Tony to have a rendezvous? How long coul... I manage it? Would Ron want me again? Would I be intruding on another woman with him? I had to get out of bed and get my day started, or Tony would suspect something was distracting me. Something I would have a hard time explaining.I did my Saturday normal routine. Cooked us breakfast, smiled and snuggled with Tony as we watched some TV, and. I instinctively reach for her head with both of my hands. She stopped me, with the command, Dont! Move your hands to your side. I dont want you to do anything. All I want for you to do is just enjoy, dont move, just enjoy. Wow, I thought. She is being assertive. But I complied with her command and lowered by hands to my side. Then I felt her hands slide up both of my thighs until they reached their intended target. I stuttered at the feeling of anticipation, stimulation and sheer excitement as. . We sit there for an hour and listen to Dr. Moreau's—excuse me, Loren's—soggy proselytizing, and for what? Nothing changes. Nothing ever gets better. Wouldn't it have been easier, dear sister, if we had never gone at all?" No," I said stubbornly, clinging to the few signposts I trusted. "No, we should have gone and we should still go. It's our only chance at getting better."Trina's lips curved in a dull smile. " 'Our only chance at getting better, ' " she repeated."I wish we didn't have to. As she showered, I re-introduced Lisa to Kevin. He tried to be polite knowing of our unusual relationship and stealing glances at her great looking body.In no time, Donna was down the stairs, and our eyes drank in her sensual beauty. She wore one of her teal print dresses that showed more tit than it covered and her long, sexy legs below the extremely short hem.“Am I supposed to wear panties?” She asked, raising the hem to show her white satin material.“No panties for this party.” Kevin smiled..