“Okay.”I returned to my car feeling uncharacteristically happy.What happened with Phoebe is part of that second book I mentioned, which I’m tryi...g not to write at this time, but there are things you have to know about her for the rest of this book to make sense.She was like a frightened fawn, practically unable to eat because of all the interruptions of raising her head, twitching her ears, and looking everywhere for danger.Patience won her over, though. Chris was completely different. He was. The Kaps did not want to roll over on the question of universally shaving all the losers, or the nipple clips, clit clamps, and handcuffs. Again, I pointed out to them the difficulty of getting enough girls to fill the bill, if fifteen of them were going to be shaved, clipped, clamped and cuffed. The boys proposed, and we accepted, a three-part compromise.If any match lasted less than 5 minutes, not counting the rest periods, then the winner would write her name on both sides of the loser's. "Rosy, what can I do for you?" he asked."I was going to ask you that. Are you doing okay? I couldn't help notice you were gone over the weekend," I said."My daughter came for me and I spent the weekend with her and the kids," he explained. "So you up for a drawing lesson tonight?" Not tonight, but I brought you a sketch I would like an honest critique," I said."Okay," he said. I handed him the envelope then left.When I got home, I went to Ebay to check out hub motors for my bike. I found that. " Nothing more was said and we just started to make love to each other. Tricia was slender and had smaller breasts than me but she had blonde hair like mine and as I ran my hand down her tummy and towards her pussy, I felt a tiny patch of hair just above her slit. Her hand was already caressing the soft flesh between my legs, massaging my labia and probing the warm wet tunnel of my vagina. I was doing the same to her and as our passion became more energetic, we threw off the duvet and just.