Leaning against a post holding up the porch roof, he examined the occupants of the canoe. It was a young couple, a man and woman just into their early...twenties. It was his guess that they were college students, probably juniors becoming seniors. The woman knelt at the front of the canoe, paddling with a smooth easy stroke. She was muscular with her hair tied back with a ribbon and wore a sports shirt. The man, now steering the canoe to the shore, was equally muscular and wore a loose knit shirt. ..? C-can we?.....Oh!" It dawned on her as I rose to straddle her, a knee astride her hips. She let go of the limp penis in her hand. I turned my left leg so I could get it under he right leg then scissored her. I learned about tribadism, The act of two women rubbing their vaginas together, from Claudia. I hugged her right leg and I felt our clits pressed between our pubic bones. We were both pretty wet and juicy so the moment our labia met was electric. I swear we were steaming. We flecked. It is so critical, that if you somehow miss the essence of this first and most important lesson, all that follows will be a total waste. I will repeat the lessons as many times as necessary. Do you understand?" I asked. I projected strong sincerity and affection.Robin studied my face for clues. Her nervousness gave way to determination. Above all else, she desired to please me. "Yes, Lady Jasmine. I understand," she said seriously."There is, unofficially, a Royal concubine's handbook. This. The doctor probably knew that, too. Tracy saw the confirming look in Dr. Lunt's eyes. "Well, okay," Tracy softly submitted. "How much time do you need to set me up?"Tracy sat in the middle of the long surgical table in the forward torpedo room of the Wahoo. She was wearing a hospital smock. As she shifted her weight from buttock to buttock, she felt small puddles of sweat underneath her skin. The temperature was at least 95 degrees in the sub. "Doctor, does it seem too hot in here?" Tracy asked.