She leaned back against the wall of the sauna and put her hand on her husband’s thigh, occasionally rubbing her little finger along his awesome dong... which didn’t seem to react. If she touched mine with her little finger, it would be pointing towards the ceiling. As she spoke, she intermittently touched my thigh. She was having a nice cozy time with a man on either side of her. Then her hand would remain little longer on my leg. “How old are you, if you don’t mind my asking?”“Just turned. Myself, I love them…lots more to hang on to. Joan has heard that you enjoy watching women flashing so she thought she would give you a treat but was apprehensive, as she is rather tubby. “Absolutely not” and I added “ by the way, I really love very hairy women” and to get him really going, added “ especially around a lovely fat cunt….As a matter of fact, if you think Joan is up for it, , I think we could all enjoy ourselves ….after I have got the TV working.” Jim’s eyes lit up. As I was. Well, the triangle. It gave each of us apurpose. I think we'll keep doing that." I don't think..." I started."Be quiet, Andy," she said. "Or should I say Annie. Sissy Annie. Fromnow on, Sissy Annie, you will wear panties whenever Tuck is in thehouse. He's the man here. I don't think anyone could argue with thatafter last night. Tuck, you refer to her as Annie, or as Sissy Annie." I like it," Tuck said, grinning. "We'll make her a sissy, a flamboyantone. I say that every day for the next month,. " I live with my Mom too," she commented, still working on her balance (althoughthe fence was only a foot off the ground), "but not my Dad. He went away a longtime ago." Where to?" I enquired, surprised that we were both single-parent kids."France, I think." Mine's in Chicago." We spoke with the unselfconscious curiosity of very youngchildren, communicating with the simplicity of total innocence. I think that'swhere it all began, in those quiet moments between each sentence. We talked andwe.