Many small spots were highlighted on my image. Three were marked in red. Susan had less spots, and no red ones. Characters came beside each of the pic...ures, tabulating information about each of us. The data scrolled for a moment or two, and stopped. The pictures stayed on the screen, as Kitten opened her eyes. I moved closer, taking Susan with me, as I helped Kitten up."Thank you, my husband."I was a little shocked by the term. I had just asked Susan to marry me, and I did not know how to take. Norman Rockwell could have done a very poignant painting of my sorry ass. I only had a couple of buddies and no real girl friend with which to learn anything. I was really stupid as shit when it came to knowing what it was all about. Lost, lost, lost! But, Betty and the Atom Bomb were about to usher my ignorant ass into the realm of a confident cock's-man. My room was in the downstairs' basement; converted to a self-contained bedroom by the previous owners. I had a nice cozy room complete with. In moments they were sitting there as politely as you please to anyone looking in our direction, but with a hand enjoying the most private flesh of their sibling. They spoke back and forth, anyone looking might assume they were talking about the weather. That would have been somewhat true, they talked about whether that felt good, or whether it felt better if they did this or that. By sitting at an angle, I could easily follow the backseat action, it was turning me on big time staring at Beth. When he had to sh-shift. Oh god, right there, Charlie, mmmm...getting hard to talk," I said, with difficulty."What did you fantasize about?" She inserted two fingers in me. I let out a moan and a sigh. Her thumb diddled my clit with her tongue also licking while her fingers tickled up towards my g spot. It was her magical combination."Ohhh, my god, fukkkk...the uh, the ummm campsite..." Really?" She said with a certain delight in her voice. Our families went camping one time a few years ago and.