.. I love you." Why? Because you're going to get lucky?" I already am lucky."Her brakes squealed as she stopped. "Come here."I was a few feet ahead of...her so I turned around and rode back, facing her as I came to a stop.She reached out and pulled me in. Her eyes closed, she raised her mouth and we swapped souls. Or something like that.I imagine we could have held hands as we rode the rest of the way to the lake but we didn't. We each looked at the other and smiled a lot.It would have been nice. Janice lives only a few streets away so I was soon knocking on her door. But it was out of the frying pan and into the fire, for there was her brother Tom also stripped off down to a pair of small shorts."Hi Tom," I called out."Hi yourself," he leered at my exposed flesh, sending goose bumps up my legs to my already wet pussy. Well at least he wasn't my brother and therefore a legitimate target for my lust. Poor Janice was almost forgotten as Tom and I chatted, his eyes raking over me, taken in. His direction leads me down a rural road on the west side of town. Arriving in about 15 minutes I was greeted at the door by the husband. He's description was that of there SLS profile, mid twenties, slim, about 6'2, short buzzed hair reflective of his past military history. Come on in buddy he said, let me introduce you to my wife. She was of average height, reddest blond hair with a few extra pounds, nice set of breast and quit a few younger than he. Both still in there pajamas, she in a full. Syph 1 said - ‘Show cunt Sparky now!’ and the fattest leper waddled over to the control unit, spun a couple of switches and pressed the big red button..The ceiling lights dimmed momentarily as a sequence of high voltage, but low current, bolts of electricity pulsed through the cables and the crocodile clips attached to Liz’s nipples. Her back arched again and blue sparks momentarily flickered across her sweating skin from one nipple to the other. Deep in her throat, a penetrating guttural.