”I ran my hand over the side strap of her bikini top. “Aren’t presents supposed to have string?”“I guess so,” she giggled. “You can keep...going, if you want.”“Oh, I intend to,” I said as I stepped back and took her hand. “Lie down.” I patted the bed with my free hand.She complied, blushing under my gaze.I settled in beside her as she lay on her back. “Jo, sweetheart, please tell me if anything is uncomfortable, or if you get scared, okay? If you say stop, then I will stop. I love you, and I want. “Okay mister. We need to talk about some ground rules,” Mom said sitting down in my desk chair. She crossed her legs and the robe rode up flashing a lot of her smooth, toned thigh.Two months ago I would have been so embarrassed by the situation that I would have hid under my pillow. But after everything that had happened with Donna, Cindi and even Mom herself, I could sit up in my bed facing her eye to eye. That didn’t mean I wasn’t scared of the hell Mom could rain down on me, but I was no. This was 1972, or '73. It was a one night thing, and I'd had no thoughts of having sex with Mike or any other man. Still, he made it sound very sexy. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do. Maybe we could just stroke off, and watch each other?" The idea was a turn on, and I told him OK, but just that. I wasn't interested in anything more. In truth, I didn't quite know how anything more would work! I was pretty naive at 22. As he walked around to the bed, I turned on the little lamp. " That's okay," Cyril replied happily, "Perhaps we'll find someone who will dominate both of us." I might be able to find a couple who'd be interested," Karen said. "Would you both like that?" I don't know," Helen said, "I've only thought about being dominated by a woman but I guess I could try it with a man." But not me," Cyril said, "I don't want to dominate you any longer. I wouldn't mind if there was a couple doing us, I think I'd quite like it actually, we could watch each other being.