Maybe I wasn’t doing it right or the way he wanted, but Enzo told me to stop and that I should follow his directions on how I should be doing it. S...mewhat embarrassed and relieved at the same time, I told him to tell me how I should touch myself for him. He told me to open my legs further and spread my pussy lips apart so he could see my ‘pink cunt’. Hearing him call my pussy a cunt, made me feel dirty, but I found myself getting more aroused from the thought of him referring to my pussy in. "The last part is that the part twoamount is doubled if I divorce you, instead of you divorcing me. Oh, andthere's a cap, thirty million dollars." No deal," I said. "That's four parts." I was giggling and playingaround because I had realized he could not possibly be serious. He was akidder. He loved to tease me, and expose me to friendly people as atranswoman, and see their reaction, their disbelief, and he could be abit rough, but I had come to understand that he was just a man, one whoby. They did not make any effort to coordinate attacks from different groups, as multiple attacks at different times seemed to go a long way toward confusing the Wasps' defense.The first group reached the nearest antenna only a few minutes after they hit the ground, and while they were still under attack by the Wasps. There were three fire teams in this group, a total of 18 men, and they divided responsibility by sending the two burliest men to chop any cable they could find while the other 16 men. The sexual tension in the room was electric and thick enough that you could cut it with a knife.“Truth!” She said at last, releasing a huge cloud of hash smoke.Jake looked at her with a grin and asked, “How often do you masturbate?”Christine considered that for a moment, and took a sip of beer. “That kind of depends.”“On what?” I asked.“On whether or not I have Jeff around or not.” She said.“Well, on average, then.” Jake asked. I noticed that he had only partially closed his robe, and I could.