Well, I told her I wouldn't do it unless it was obvious Sheila wanted it. But I started caressing Sheila's cunt with my fingers. Sherry told me to mak... sure they were wet and to make sure I fingered Sheila's clit. She kept on giving me very explicit instructions. Sheila had stopped wiggling and seemed to be resigned to the caresses. Soon I felt her wetness. Sherry actually put a finger on Sheila's cunt to check the wetness herself! Sherry told me to frig her faster. Soon I heard Sheila's. She wore her slight denim cut-offs and a blue sportsbra. Her skin was flawless and tan. He was growing more erect. Her mane of blond hair blew slightly with the wind. It was classic Texas. Her hair was thick and wavy and came down to nearly the waistband of her shorts. It drew his eyes to her ass.The cheeks were perilously exposed for him to see. What amazed him was that she seemed to move as though she knew it."Lynn would probably cover herself with sweatpants and sun block." His thoughts. Finally they slowly slid apart as I pulled off of her.With some effort, I slid her around so I was on my back and she was straddling my stomach. She lifted herself and backed up until she was over my cock. Reaching down, she grabbed it, and shoved only the head into her wet pussy. “Oh!” I cried out in surprise as she suddenly dropped down onto me, forcing my meat to plunge deep into her vagina. Smiling mischievously, she leaned back onto her hands and began sliding herself up and down my. It was a good thing. I neither had nor wanted a steady girlfriend. I did still have hopes of a normal home life. Well as normal a home life as possible for a man with a price on his head. It could have been worse. I did have Betty. She was in the same fix as me. She seemed to understand our position better than I had at first. She should, she had a few more days to come to grips with it.I was about to leave on my morning bike tour, when Betty came down the stairs. “Shouldn’t you wear spandex.