" We took some pretty dangerous risks back then. Things that were pretty safe for my mother in the early 1950s, that were life threatening by 1984. Bu... God, they were fun."We were dressing each other as we talked. Sandy pulled my panties up and made sure they were not wrinkled over my pubic hair. I carefully hand-installed each of Sandy's breasts in her bra, and made sure the fabric was smooth, and the fit snug. We took a while as we worked."C'mon, tell me the whole story," she asked,. Jennifer was losing her panties. Did I really want to stay for this? This is not the sort of thing nice ladies do or watch. What did that make me, with my eyes glued to the drama? What would they think of me if I sat here while it played through to the end? What if somebody found out?In the end, I decided by not deciding. With one tit hanging out, I wasn't exactly in a position to criticize. Besides, it wasn't me doing it. My heart was pounding and I felt very warm all over. Actually, I felt. A half-naked savage, the man he remembereddealing with at his first visit, was standing upright, waving something. Itlooked like an enormous lump of amber. ?Good! They've been busy, or their womenfolkand children have, hoping that we would return', he thought. An hour later, when the galleys were riding at anchor at a safe distance,bows turned towards open sea and oars out; he was rowed ashore with thirtyof his men. Bales of dyed cloth, gaudy glass pearls, copper and iron pots andpans, even a. Can you be a little more specific?”“Mom wants to go to bed with you, that’s what.”“She mentioned something along that line. She also said that might be something for the two of you to hammer out. Me? I won’t do anything that hurts us. I guess a better question is how did you feel about it?”“So, you’d fuck my mother?”“That wasn’t what I said or what I asked.”“I don’t know how I’d feel about it. I’m afraid she’ll steal you away from me.”“Baby doll, fat chance of that happening. You’re mine and.