If you do it underthe covers, and you don't make any noise, nobody will ever know."The girls downstairs in the cells may have to sleep on cold cement,...thoughtJasmine, but they could touch their pussies as much as they wanted. They werebeneath reproach. And the men seemed to use them to satisfy their sexual needsmore than they used their own wives. Free women were supposed to be pure, sopresumably they didn't need any attention paid to their pussies.Now, Jasmine's hand was under her panties, and. “With her heart,” he responded, his voice soft and eternal. They gazed at each other then, their silence saying more than words ever could, the truth filling the void like a bright and shining affirmation. I was silent. Dumbfounded. My clever repartee vanished, lost within the beauty that had filled our little facet of the world. It was then I knew that somewhere beyond my “secret sauce” I had found one of life’s glowing perfections. I had discovered what it was to be totally and thoroughly. It doesn't take long. A minute,maybe less. She sees your hips begin to thrust suddenly faster againstyour hand, knows you've come to the edge, and covers your mouth with hers,muffling the long, guttural moan that escapes from deep within yourbody. Leaning into her, you finish yourself, savoring each precioussecond, holding it, making it last until you're limp in her arms, pantinglike a bitch in heat. She's happy with you for a week, but then feels the needto dress you in clothes of her. About mid-day Brenda screamed. Ron dropped the sled and ran back to her. She had a terrified look on her face and seemed frozen. A rattlesnake had been sunning himself on the rocks and was rattling and about to strike if Brenda had moved. Ron moved closer to the snake making sufficient noise to distract the snake and turn the snake's attention to Ron. The snake turned his attention to Ron and knew instinctively that Ron was out of striking distance. Ron moved further away from Brenda drawing.