I knew it, she didn’t. She was like a yo-yo and I was the floor, the spinning wheel almost touching me. Still sitting on the shower floor, I thought...about a time both of them came over just to visit. She was wearing a dress and her long legs were stretched out on the couch across from my chair. The hem rode up along her thigh as she shifted back and forth while we talked. Her hand lay against bare skin above the knee. I thought about what I’d do if it were my hand, how I’d push it up higher,. My first solo."Nervousness grips me and my mind races to think of everything I have to do. I read the checklist with a new thoroughness. I no longer have Jeff watching over my shoulder ready to correct any mistakes or mental lapses."Let's see, Throttle 1700 RPM, Check magnetos... 50 to 125 RPM drop on each. That looks like 80 RPM. OK, good."Slowly and deliberately, I check each item. Now it is time to go. I can delay no longer. My stomach informs me of the finality of what I am about to do.. Sometimes he would push me head down onto his hard cock and I would suck him as he pulled my skirt up and played with my ass. Whenever he did this I knew that he wanted to fuck me and he would fuck me right then and there on the couch. As I've said, he was quickly learning that I was his sissy slut. One night he decided to test me. I brought him his drink and he pulled me down next to him on the couch. He put his arm around me and we sat and watched porn for awhile. He then pushed me head. They had time limits. This ass could keep her all night. Sighing, she sat on the king sized bed and began removing her pants.“Would you like another drink?” He asked her.Dorian decided that sobering up a little bit around this guy was prudent and declined. Sitting on the edge of the bed in her peasant shirt (which hung to about mid-thigh) she watched Chance at the window. Making no moves toward her, she stood, turned down the bed and crawled in. Looking up, Chance had turned and started.