I would never go behind your back, or Denise's back, though."Anne turned to Denise. "Denise? That means other women, too, of course." No, I agree with...Stan. If we do this, it's got to be something we do just as if it was a normal relationship, no cheating." Both women nodded agreement, but Denise added "If anyone wants to change the arrangement, we'll have to talk about it. That means if we want to drop out, or if we want to add someone new. For example, what if I fall out with Laney and Susan?. I can tell you that.We chose to drive for a couple of reasons. First off, it costs an arm and both legs to ship a car up there. According to our research, if you buy a new car up there, the shipping is just as bad. So we got us a Subaru 4WD in Kansas City, hooked a small trailer up to it, and tent camped all the way to Delta Junction. We originally planned on taking twelve days, but more research suggested that if we wanted to enjoy the trip to allow for more. Twenty days seemed like an awfully. I was presented with a picture of the most stunning female backside I could ever recall seeing. Beth's square shoulders sloped downward to a narrow waist and then curved out into perfect round, firm buttocks. She was still a sylph of a girl, as petite and well-shaped as she was when we were in high school. The only way she might have changed was in her breasts: they seemed even larger and more full than they were then. I thought to myself.Seeing her like that flooded my mind with memories of. That rat bastard traded up for a younger model. Jesus. She even looks like me. What was I s’posed to do? It makes my skin crawl knowing they fucked in MY goddamn bed! You know how hard those sheets are to replace?” There’s a choked sob, followed by a rant about needing to burn it all in a dumpster.Then silence.My body relaxes. It isn’t her. Just another mindless high-society girl that probably thinks she’s hot enough to avoid giving head. All style, no substance. Vapid. Pretty to look at but a.