Amy was still holding onto the blonde not to steady onher feet.“How about you are you wearing any panties?”The blonde whose name turned ou... to be Lisa picked upher dress as Amy had done.“No panties and no fur see, do you want to feel howsmooth I am?”I couldn’t believe it, I watched in shock as my wifereached over and rubbed her hand over Lisa’s shavedsnatch. As she pulled her hand away, she slipped herfinger between Lisa’s labia. Also just as Lisa did,. "Ewwwwwwww! You know what I mean...favorite girl?" she slapped my hand. I hesitated a minute, then said, Gina Ryder."She laughed "mmmm me too." Then she got an evil little smirk, "but I probably like her for different reasons, huh?" She asked. I couldn't say anything in response to that, part of me was afraid to answer, but the aroused part of me liked very much where the conversation was heading. "Oh....um....or maybe we do." I kind of mumbled, looking away from her. She inched closer to me. On her knees was a prisoner; her big new steel nipple rings were locked to the chain. The fresh two-inch nipple rings embedded deep behind each stiff nipple still showed spots of blood. I am sure they were inserted with out anything given for pain. It was the little rebel I had seen brought in on my last visit to the General. She still had on her jungle pants, mostly torn off below the knee, and split to the thigh on the left side. The pants rode so low on her hips that her pubes almost. I pulled the blanket so it was around my chin, and there were indeed people around us, some parked only about 10 feet away. Rows and rows of cars, all pointed at something large and white. I then looked around and saw that to our side and behind us was almost the same thing, but pointed in different directions.Then a memory came back, something my family and I had only done once. Like many things, my mom did not really like movies very much, but one that came out she wanted all of us to see..