"Maybe the same thing is true of penises."The image produced in my mind by her teasing statement gave me something that our earlier discussion had not...produced: an instant erection. I think Laura was watching for it. At any rate, she noticed. "Looks to me like more than a mouthful," she said.I blushed.Laura didn't.It amazed me that a woman so comfortable and carefree about sexual matters was having difficulty with experiencing orgasms."You're really serious ... about my taking off my clothes?". They wouldn’t be shedding their harness after this and climbing into cars to head home for a hot bath after a day of kinky play in the country. Instead, I imagined, they might have the worst of their harness removed for cleaning, but then the most they had to look forward to was a rough grooming and a hobble, gag and leash, before resting in the hay of their stall for the night. The thought was totally intoxicating!As we emerged from the woods, Chris pulled on the reins slowing the team. Their. For Cherry, this was all so new, spending time just having fun together.Sometimes at night, she would lay awake and wonder what it would be like when her mother recovered. Could she go back to living like that? The answer would come soon, she knew, and she felt a dread welling up from deep inside that she tried very hard to ignore.It had been several weeks and they still had not heard from Cherry's mom. Mike called the hospital. He was informed that she had been released two weeks earlier. Mike. She was a hippy, or if you like, new age, which is to say she was deeply dissatisfied with the ideology, the habits, the economy and the repressions of modern society, and believed in dope and sex. Her daughters were thin, blond and had left school. They were busy exploring the world, or life, doing part time work and enjoying the boys in the region where there were several communes and hippy farms like Belle's, becoming connoisseurs of sex in their own shallow way. I was in my thirties,.