The following story is not mine. It is a story as told to me by a close friend. I'm naming her Donna which is obviously a fictitious name. In fact ...ny name in the story is fictional. One night Donna and I were about half wasted on some very special brownies. We got to talking about our first time. Donna's story was so hot that I asked her if I could write about it. She eagerly gave her permission. BTW, I asked the next day when we both had landed. I will tell her story as though I am. "Oh!" she yipped. "But that's not fair! It's my turn!" she said. Then she clapped her hand over her mouth and closed her eyes."Oh, we're taking turns now, are we?" asked Mavis sweetly."It's not what you think," said Meg. "It just seems like it would only be fair to take turns." In that case it's probably my turn," said Sally, who both women had forgotten all about. "I've only had one turn and since then you two and Pru have ... well ... had a turn." This is insane," said Mavis, sitting down.. As you descended the stair case I could see the muscles of your long legs work to carry your lean body gracefully down each step. "May I touch you, Master?" you asked cautiously as you reached the bottom of the steps.. "Yes, slave, you may touch me," I answered. My eyes searched out the mysteries of your sensuous and desirable naked form. You took the material I was carrying out of my arms and placed them against the wall. "May I kiss you now, Master?" you hissed in the heat of passion. "Yes,. ”Turning to Danny, “Sorry Danny, I need you to go to the clubhouse and help get things ready for when your dad gets back. I need to do some things here that you can’t be part off.” Danny saw the look on Jon’s face and didn’t argue. He just got up and left.Jon then addressed Tommy, “I’m just about to do something that will break so many laws, it’s possible they might forget the key if they find out! I would prefer if you left because if you don’t you become an accomplice, but I’m not going to.