We can still love each other and if we want to continue to live here, we have to go by those rules. If we sleep with other women, it won’t mean we l...ve each other less”, added Grace tactfully“I hope you’re right. We’ll have a sample of this tonight, that’s for sure”, said Lorna squeezing Grace’s hand as they reached the small bungalow.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------“Well here they are”, cried Marge, “I don’t think. . down below. Below the waist I'm stuck with what nature inflictedon me. I suppose the gods and goddesses of Oz have their reasons, andperhaps the agony of this false existence---and the scorn I face from myfamily and nearly everyone I meet---is meant to to teach me something.But I wish..... I just wish..."And as the orchestra swelled behind her she began to sing:"I oft lay awake nights thinkin',How my life wouldn't be so stinkin,if I only had a womb...My depression and my sorrow,might all be. It was Barb! She was reaching into my underwear to grasp my cock in her hand! She fondled and played with me for several minutes, quietly, while I listened for noises from the others in the darkened room. All I could hear was several people snoring and breathing loudly and evenly. Finally I felt something more than a hand playing with me. Barb's head was under my blanket, and she was starting to suck my cock! I dared not move or even breathe! The least noise might wake someone up! . His dick got hard as never before and my pussywas wetter than I had ever felt it to be. The moment I touched my clit Icame, and came and came......... Later that week we did this again and I made him turn around and lay onhis stomach. It allowed me to play with the vibrator but I was of courseunable to touch his cock. As I started to reach between his legs he moreor less automatically lifted his ass to an almost "on all fours"position. Pulling at his thighs I made him sit on hands and knees and.