?She seemed to ride me forever. I don’t know how many orgasms she had. Perhaps five, perhaps six. Finally she stilled, lying quietly on me. I could ...eel her breath, almost panting in exhaustion. Gradually it slowed as she rested, and then she laughed and rolled off me.?Hmmmm, not bad at all,? she said, stroking my face.?Can I, er... can I cum now?? I asked hesitantly.She laughed. ?How many times do I need to say no, Gary?? She shook her head. ?No cuming for you. That little cock and balls of. ”I wanted to see if I could get a rise out of the old gal. “MMM-Hmm, yes, sounds like home, back in my old country,” I gave her a look, querying. That was mysterious. It gave me chills. I didn’t think I wanted any more details.She kept watching me as I worked, moving around from side to side. I got up with my oil can to bend over and lubricate one of the water pumps and she muttered, “U-huh,” as she studied, focused on my butt crack. “Where were you when they were doing that to you?” “I was. I can't understand why they invited just the three of us,and Dennis Reilly certainly isn't high on my list of people I want to party with." For sure." Besides, there's something really weird going on there. The invitation says Playboy Playmate Tomi Hill, Miss October, will be the guest of honor. That's typical of the Lambdas. But I could swear that when I got the invitation, someone else was the guest of honor." Who?" I don't remember." And that's going to keep you home. You actually want. .. who to trust?I was calm as the ocean in the eye of a hurricane. So why were my hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly? Why did it feel as if I were waiting for a bullet to come plowing thru the back of my head? Why was I driving west towards the Ranch in the dark with heavy snow falling all around and no headlights? Why did the image of my sister, arm in arm with a stranger who wasn't a stranger, keep popping into my mind? I didn't want to relive that moment, but for some reason it.