With time not on our side, we reluctantly headed to Sharon's car and hit the road. It was only a twenty-minute trip, and soon enough, we were pulling...into the driveway. We all hopped out as Sharon stared at another car in front of the house for a moment.Joy and I bounded toward the front door like a couple of kids going to an amusement park. We got to the door and turned to see where Sharon was with the key. She was looking in the passenger-side window of the other car when we yelled,. "I'd like to talk to you after dinner." Her rebuke was plain and Susan acted just like any student being rebuked by a teacher. She ducked her head. Bunny's stare then turned to the three girls who had just been called sluts. "And I'll speak with you three after that. Until then, all of you behave like adults. If you can't say anything pleasant ... don't say anything at all."It was an excellent try, by an accomplished teacher. The only problem was her phrase "act like adults." That, in fact, was. When you hit the center of her body, right between her beautiful legs, you’ve hit the center of her being.Or start with her delicate feet. Strong enough to carry her for a lifetime, yet supple enough to massage and fondle. Also, by the way, often cold enough to freeze whatever they touch under the blankets! Move your eyes up those shapely calves to the curve of her thighs and roundness of her tush, and there it is again, the Bermuda Triangle, mysterious and unknown.Well yes, as you may have. Their conversations would range from current events to sports to history to religion to sex and beyond. In his 42 years, he had never felt a stronger connection to anyone. And tonight, he planned to show Dorrien just how deeply he had fallen. The driver called and Nate gave him the gate code and instructions on where he was located. Then, Nate dialed Dorrien.“Hey, sexy. The driver’s here,” Nate said.“Locking the door now,” replied Dorrien.Nate opened the back door of the black Toyota Camry and.