“See, that’s how easy it is.” She added as she grabbed a T-shirt off the shelf and wiped her pussy. My head was kind of spinning as we walked ba...k to the party and I poured myself a stiff one.It was probably an hour later when she came up to me again and said, “it’s time to go home. I’ve had enough quickies and now I want a good lay-down belly-bumping screw so I can get my rocks off.”We didn’t talk as we drove the mile to the house she shared with me. In no time we were horizontal and I was. This morning, she had a third reason: to jot down a few notes of memorable experiences which were bidding to be recorded somewhere, somehow.She chose the back verandah where the sun played until midmorning, a notebook she'd pilfered from her husband's studio, and her green bikini for attire. Some two hours passed in luxurious privacy as she wrote in a smoothly legible hand, journaling the cause, events, and results of these past few days in her life. They were the same mental reflections which. Rollins had shown up shortly after she had gone into surgery, demanding Taylor come back for a debriefing.That had been a tense few moments. Taylor had made it clear it would take more than one FBI agent to pull him out of the hospital. Eventually, he did relent. He agreed to come in once he knew Whitaker was out of the woods.Of course, he’d later regretted those words. He spent almost an entire day going through every moment of the investigation; from the minute he had landed in Dallas a week. .. as its no secret to our close friends that we are bi-sexual and the best of friends. But in so many ways men are terribly gullible. Don't you think? And that's part of what makes them loveable.I have to admit that I am the dominant one, with Karen, at least. Sometimes I just wish I had a cock so I could take control, boss my partner around, make them crave my penetration and then fuck them senseless... that isn't really EASY to do when you've only got a pussy. Believe me, I've tried and to.