‘So what, in your experience is the most comfortable position .. . . . .?’ hesitating for a second and finishing the sentence with ‘to sleep in....��He smiles at me and asks if I really want to know about sleeping, rubbing his hand over my leg, getting a little higher each time until he grazes my sex with the back of his hand. Damn my body for doing it’s own thing when I want to be fucked, making me open my legs and gasp as he rubs his hand over my mound.He pulls my knicks to one side and traces a. When Icame out of the bathroom, they ordered me to join them in the den. Theyhad taken off most of their clothes while I was in the bathroom and satside by side on the sofa. Carol told me to remove my blouse and skirt. Istood before them in my torn white lace stockings and red high heel shoes.My nipples and clean shaven vagina lips were swollen from the work outthat they had recieved today.Barbara lay down on the couch and ordered, "Eat my pussy while I describehow old Professor Lambert went. I leaned against the passenger-side door, my back cushioned by their bundled parkas. I sang for my ride that afternoon. The sisters stopped every hour to stretch sore muscles and trade-off driving. After one stop, Eva drove and I rode up front, while Dora sat in back and played my guitar, a big red Kay with a dreadnought body. Like me, she greatly admired Buffy Sainte-Marie. Dora sang PINEY WOOD HILLS and TIMELESS LOVE much slower than I usually did. I loved her bluesy rendition of POOR MAN’S. “Yes.” We go to the spot he knows. There is a scaffold hidden by a tarp. We climb up the steps to a platform. As he suggested no one can see us. Only someone who knew it was there would even know to find it. We kissed, hot and passionately, each groping at the other. It is the only thing that makes it feel the slightest bit romantic. Hands between us I work the buttons of his shirt. I reach in and feel his sweaty and muscled chest. His hands go lower. He undoes my belt, and then opens.