The room prepared with mats, subdued lighting, water and towels. All ready now both of us eager for the event to start. The rules agreed are the same ...or the women as they were for Rob and I, sane clean wrestling, best of 3 being either submission or a pin at the count of three. The rounds would be 5 minutes duration and of course a Rib and I would be there to encourage and minister to each wrestler at the end of each round.Little did I think those few months ago that we would be enjoying such. "Get in the truck."Marcy looked perplexedly at Tori, who nodded. As if mounting the gallows to her own hanging, Marcy got in the truck.There are a few evil tricks I can play on overly modest young girls. Well, not evil - merely exercises designed to exorcise excess body modesty. I decided now was the perfect time to utilize one of those exercises. I stopped at Jed's Gas Station on the way to BreadBasket SuperMarket.Marcy was sitting between Tori and me. I got out and went into the office,. Sometimes they were inspired, but none had perfected the skills of passion-torture like Barbara and Karen.Before long, Barbara had Laura begging her. Laura shook and panted uncontrollably, her nipples throbbing under Barbara's clever lips, her hips churning wildly."Oh god, fuck me, honey, please, fuck me," she panted to Barbara. "Make me come! Oh... please! Please, Barbara!" Oh girl... I will, I will," Barbara cooed, soothingly, as she slipped down again between Laura's tawny thighs. "I'm going. I was writing a story about a fantasy of my own desires, Misty was an inspiration to me, keeping the passion I needed alive, spiriting my creativity.The emails we exchanged the previous day were at a new level. Knowing the chances of us getting together were remote, yet possible.I risked everything by professing her feelings of love to her. She, in turn, did not run as I suspected she might, rather she proclaimed thr same feelings... The passionate exchange that followed was at a new level. A.