Donna went home with the idea in her head. For the rest of the day, the idea of her as a stripper was in the front of her mind. That night Donna could...'t sleep. She got up and went into the bathroom. She took off her nightgown and stood in front of the full length mirror in nothing but her panties. She examined herself critically. Donna was a good looking woman, Lisa had been right about that. At 5'6", with black hair down to the middle of her back and beautiful green eyes, she was a looker to. I ran my tongue across her softness below her navel and thought of the truckers she teased. I nibbled softly at the taught skin over her pubic bone and thought of the guys looking up her skirt while we drank coffee. I felt her damp pubic hair beneath my lips and I thought about the way Sarah had teased Alice and Philip in the elevator. The tip of my tongue split her folds and I thought of meeting Jess and the amazing show Sarah put on. My tongue slipped into her pussy and then up over her clit. ”“Heather…?”She turned on the sink.“Don’t do that—shit!”She quickly turned it off. “Whoops.”“Fuck!” He poked his head out from the curtain again.“Sorry.”“From hot to cold, dammit!”“Don’t be mad at me.”He groaned. “I still have to get that mixing valve fixed or something.” He went back to his shower.“You’re mad at me.”“I’m not. Just go away.”When he didn’t hear anything, Caledon poked his head out again and noticed her standing by the door with her arms crossed. She pouted while eyeing him. His. Sometimes I really miss those times. I guess it’s my selfish streak. But it’s all very confusing, because those nights that Bill has to be gone, I really enjoy having Deena all to myself, too.Brindy says that it would all be so neat if we could just put living and loving into these neat little boxes.“I get those feelings, too, you know,” she told me. “When me and Pat and Lita were together talking about it, I imagined never again getting to have MY lover to myself.”“I get ‘im to myself. I get.