.." To... what?" you breathe the words at her."I want you to... to... d-do it again..."Her voice trails off with the last words, as if she's afraid ev...n to speak them.You heard, though.And you can feel the wetness against your knee.So you decide to start there.Your draw your knee up, pressing against thart sweet little spot of warmth and wet. Lauren gasps."I didn't quite hear you..." you taunt, keeping your knee pressed firmly between her legs."I... I said I want you to - GASP"You grab her ass. Now she had a new memory to cherish. It had happened the second day at the lake.Sam pitched a tent in the skeletal framework of the unfinished lake cabin. The joke was he would be the first family member to sleep in the cabin.Jamie and John had shared liqueur he picked up in town. It was sold in a store run by the Misty Valley Commune. The Commune was notorious for the potency of the drink and their polyamorous life style. Unbeknownst to them, the drink was a blend of wine and distilled. You are pretty enough to be in the movies, Miss Jones, I thing.”“Really?” she exclaimed.“Oh yes, if not Hollywood, then certainly you’d be a hit in Danmark.”“My grandfather is a Dane.”“Really?”“Yes, he is retired, in his eighties now, but he speaks English in the same accent as you.”“So, you would be as big in Danmark as Seena Owen, or as much as Ingrid Bergman is in Sweden, only please stay as you are and try not to end up being vain.”“Oh dear,” she said, “I should never have worn my best. His technique was a little different than mine, and I wondered if my wife would notice. As I watched him play with my wife, I remembered that the rice needed to be turned off, or it would burn. I could see Bill’s black cock, jutting up from his hips, veins standing out in crisp relief. Painfully erect. What would that look like, buried in my wife? I crept back to the kitchen, and took the rice off the stove. When I returned, Bill was standing, one hand firmly gripping with the head of his.