She hoped he would find his release with the Gypsy girls and she wondered if he would be satisfied with just one or would sample a variety of them to ...ompare their favors. The depraved thought made her blush and she allowed her free hand to wander down to her white undies to check the condition of her feminine folds. Just as she suspected, her slit was already damp with anticipation and she knew that if her brother had not found other sources of pleasure, she would have buried her head in the. "What else?" Shirley asked."Only a female may dare Jim to fuck her. Jim can't request that dare from us." Hey! I might like that dare!" Shirley complained."Then you dare him," Wendy suggested. "I'm not sure how I feel about it right now." I have no problem with Wendy's rule, Shirley," I said.Shirley was still pouting a bit. "Anything else, Miss Party Pooper?" No daring drinks. I have to drive back home." You could always stay here," Shirley suggested, looking at me for confirmation. I nodded."I. Then smiling to herself and whistling a soft little tune she went back to her work.Chapter 2Joe Fitzgerald was looking out of the window of the small bus that he was now riding on as it traversed its way down the small twisty country Lanes.Joe was a little familiar with this part of the country, as he had been stationed not too far away during the war.Joe had been an army Ranger.Not many black men had been army Rangers.Joe puffed away on his American cigarette and blows smoke circles out of the. She gritted her teeth to keep from crying out. She was experienced in what would happen if anyone overheard her. Charlie cut her dress from neck to hem. He did the same thing to Roses lace slip. He glanced at her white-knuckled grip on the chenille bedspread and then reached up and slit her bra. Her clothes now lay open on either side of her body. He dropped the knife and reached for the waistband of her panties and ripped them down over her hips and off her legs. Then Charlie cupped his hand.