" You have no power, no will to disobey and your legs open almost unconsciously. "Good girl. Show me that pretty pussy." You flush, but you're smiling...inside. This is all you've ever wanted... to belong to someone, to be theirs.Now my hands move all over you, teasing your tits, your aching nipples, my fingers combing through your hair, stroking down your back... you moan unselfconsciously, wanting me to touch that place that pulses with every beat of your heart. My fingers go to your knees,. ’ ‘I leaned back into Dan. ‘We’re going to our cabin now. Elaine’s coming, too.’ I told him.’ ‘When we entered the cabin, Elaine took me in her arms and kissed me. It was so different from a man. The first thing I noticed was no whiskers. Then, that her tongue was less insistent and more inquisitive, searching out surfaces that were rarely explored by Dan. She deftly stripped my blouse and bra and then kissed down my neck to nurse on my nipples.’ As Linda related these events, she pushed one of. It was more uncomfortable because of the feelings the sight aroused in me. If I continued to think about her that way, my thoughts would become visibly obvious.What had happened that morning, however, had made me even more uneasy than just the sight of her in skin tight clothes. I awoke to the sound of the shower running, the partly open door to the bathroom shedding light into the dim room. We had decided to save money by sharing a room. I stayed in bed, thinking over ideas for the novel I was. One day, after four or five of these assignations in the same week, a storm caught us and we took shelter in a small inn. We sat in a corner, shoulders and knees touching, and drank something."Why do you do it?" I asked her, courage and curiosity rampant, her smell and warmth stimulating.She looked at me and raised an arched eyebrow. "None of your damn'd business," she said, pouring more dark wine into her glass from the carafe."Your husband is sporting the biggest pair of horns in the whole.