I kept my bikini bottom on and lied on my back. I closed my eyes and imagines that I was the girl from that couple that I saw earlier. I started strok...ng my tits thinking that his hands were touching me. I pinched my nipples and they were very hard. I imagined that his hands were going down on my belly and then on my thighs. I bent my knees a little and I stroked my thighs with one hand and my tits with other. I could feel my pussy getting wetter by every thought.I started stroking my clit. Slowly he came to me and he started to take my panties of. I was wet as hell. His mouth arround my pussy and his friends kissing me. It was too much. I wanted these two. Lets go too the bedroom. And both came with me. I lay myself on the bed and both came beside me. They hade massage oil and four hands where touching me all over. I couldnt tell witch hands where from who. After minutes I rolled over and they looked at me. Hunger in there eyes made me even more wet. His friend slipped his. And you can find plenty of ordinary labor exploitation among migrant farm workers, illegal immigrants, and so on. There is nothing special about such things going on in the sex-trade too. If completely banning the occupation, where some workers are exploited, is a reasonable response. Then this means that farm labor should be banned, janitorial work should be banned, and any other occupation should be banned, when workers are found to be exploited there. When you look at it this way, then. That Kara, Tim’s wife, is a good friend complicates my problem. My mother taught me nice girls ran from married men. Yet Kara is slowly dying with cancer. Surprisingly she gave me her blessing and encouragement. If I only have to wait in the wings with her blessing, what is the problem? Tim’s sexual interests and desires were beyond mine. Tim’s fantasies and curiosities involved sexual banter and teasing, wife sharing and swinging. When I graduated from college I left the wilder life behind..