"Hello, Lori."You turn to face him, lowering your eyes so you don't have to look at him. Your hair falls forward, slightly covering your face. "Hello,...Mr. Johnson," you reply using what you hope is a girlish voice."Oh, please don't be so formal. Call me Jim." Ok Jim," you say as you risk a glance at him. It takes you a minuet to realize that he doesn't recognize you at all. In fact he seems to be checking you out!After what seems like an eternity he finally turn toward the door. "Well, you. Since we’re here anyway, maybe my buddy will clue us in?”Charlie chuckled, “Well, I DID want to check up on them ... shall we take a peek and see what they’re up to?”I exclaimed, “Hell yeah!”Then I noticed seven ladies, make that, seven nekkid ladies giving us that look every man fears most. The notorious ‘you’re about to seriously fuck up if you’re not REALLY careful’, look.I gulped, “Um, well ... how about AFTER we return the wonderful favor these nice ladies have bestowed on our mostly. I raised up and picked her up Julie locked her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist I raised my dick up to find her opening as the head found its way into her entrance I turned around, drove all the way in and sat back down on the recliner. Reclined, then Julie drew up her legs and began to ride me like a cowboy. I loved this position it allowed me to go as deep as possible. I could tell Julie liked it too... she was in control. We seemed to be in a race to see who would finish. No need to access any mystic senses, either... it was just the plain, vanilla-normal sense of one human feeling another approach. "You're wondering," said Grandmother's voice, "why the park was so blasted empty for such a summer's day."Anya turned around, a little cross. "Now, Grandmother, tell me when you're going to do that. It's not very fair to be reading my mind without my permission."The venerable woman clucked her tongue. "Part of your training, dear. You should always have at least some.