Thechair she was strapped to wasn?t uncomfortable, butbeing held immobile was causing her muscles to ache a bit. That wasn?t her mainproblem however, ...he really needed to pee. The voice spoke up again. ?You might as well let yourselfgo. I can tell what?s on your mind by the way you?re squirming. After all youdrank last night you?re probably running on full tanks by now. By now you?rewondering how I know this. The darkness is more for your benefit than for ours.This room is flooded by infrared. Karen laughed at his innocence. She wanted to tell the truth, that women in their thirties were a walking, talking fuck waiting to happen!That wouldn't do."It depends on the man I'm with, mostly." That was honest enough.Alan took what she gave him. He didn't need information ... he needed direction and he had just received some.She had said, "It depends on the man I'm with, mostly." She didn't say "my" man or my "husband."Was she speaking of herself, not women in general? Could she possibly be. One late afternoon, Maggie had finished work and was walking towards her rooming house when she heard her name called. She had just crossed the train tracks and was walking near the station. The daily train had come through an hour ago and Maggie didn’t expect someone to be still there. She turned towards the station and saw a well-dressed woman sitting on a bench outside. She walked towards the woman who stood up. She was wearing a grey business suit and a beautiful small straw hat. “Mary Jane. My breathing had become quicker. All the strangers' hands caressing the young body so intimately was a fun and making me hot. I just closed my eyes and was enjoying the fun. " Both the girls are young and beautiful. Look at their boobs...they are full and so soft...". Why not open their blouse and expose them...? " I heard a voice. Reena looked at me but did not speak anything. She was feeling shy and I was sure, she too was feeling the hands of the young college boys- on her boobs and all over.