Does this mean you're quitting the river?" No, I still want to stay with it," he said. "But you're right, it ought to beat sitting on my ass. I talked...with Al about it. I told him that I'd work as late in the fall as he needs me to, but as fall gets along Josh and Tiffany are going to be needing me more and more. He said we'll see when we get there." I took a ride on one of their dogsleds once and it was fun, but I guess it's OK if you like that kind of thing. Duane, you keep that shit up and. Tonight, though, you'll just fuck it till I go crazy."The term had eluded him; he'd never heard it before. "A bread and butter fuck?" he asked."Honey," she had explained patiently, "a bread and butter fuck is a straight fuck. You on top of me with my legs wrapped around you -- nothing kinky... just plain old fashioned fucking. Bang... bang... oh, glorious bang!"She bent her legs at the knees, placing her feet right up next to her buttocks. Then she spread herself for him. "Come on in... the. He respected my limits, of course. He was, first and foremost, my friend. In time, he would do more than just sit there and get his rocks off. He found places to go and wanted me to undress in front of him. Sometimes, he would just stand there, putting a little pressure on top of my head to tell me to go to my knees. Other times, he made me stay naked and wait for him to use me.Although he usually wanted to be sucked off, he would sometimes have me stroke him off, or just stay in whatever. Finally, managing the bedroom door open, quietly, and through numerous kisses, Jennifer and Sara tore their clothes off and each studying the fruits they were about to partake in. Sara looked too good to be true. Her breasts could have been firmer, but it wasn’t necessarily a preference of Jen, only a fact. Sara’s curvy waist led down to her angelic behind and her luscious legs. Once Sara was bare, Jen shoved her onto the bed, producing a small gasp from Sara. Both of their stomachs tingled.