" I can only imagine," I said. "I wish I could fix that for you now. I can't. I'm trying, hon."She turned and snuggled into me. "It's not just... I mi...s little things. I was on tour, but I would call them every night. My mom was going to meet me in Philadelphia. I miss her. I miss being able to talk to my sister about everything, about... about finding a guy I love. She was always telling me I should go out with guys more, and I was always telling her they bored me or they were stupid. I want. Do you like watching also?Another fantasy is going to a nudist activity. I knowthose activities aren't suppose to be sexual. So, itwould so much fun trying to constrain ourselves. Iwould enjoy so much teasing you and trying to get youturned on when we have to be so careful. That would beso thrilling. Then after spending a day with so muchforeplay (the kind where there's very littletouching), we'll go back to the room and fuck eachother so hard and fast because we're so turned on. Would these. Her name is Cathy and they have been together of a year and a half. They are intimate. I know because I walked in on them the second night I was home. I didn’t know her and hadn’t met her up until that night. After I quickly closed the door, I made myself scarce for a while. They took their time finishing up and when they came out of his room, they looked a bit unsure.“Hi. I’m Cathy,” she held out her hand.“Hi I’m Leslie.” I shook her hand. “I’m sorry to have busted in on you like that.”“It’s. She knew cars, and that was the sound only a V8 could make. It definitely wasn’t the import that she was expecting. Peggy stood motionless in the living room as the door opened. She almost fainted as Darrel walked into the room.He grinned when he saw her face. "Honey, I'm home," he laughed. "Come see my new toy." She followed him into the garage to find a late model blue and white Trans Am. Her heart leapt to her throat as she looked longingly at him. She had talked about this car with him for.