When she had finished, she lay back, feeling ashamed of herself for what she had just envisioned.Although she fought against doing so, Rhonda found he...self masturbating nightly nevertheless, while her fantasies of her father became increasingly prominent. She hated doing it, but she found that she could not help herself. What was even worse was that she now continually kept replaying that night in her mind. She would recall the scene of her father screwing Jeannie and of her conversation with. One of her hands found its way back tomy ass, and she slipped two or three fingers into me –my wife had never done that, and oh! it felt nice. Ifelt myself building again as she finger-fucked my ass,first slow, than fast. She took the soap and latheredup my ass, then turned the water on – this took alittle work; the handle was half a foot or so aboveher. She cupped her hand and sloshed water against myass to get out the soap. She told me to kneel anddropped off of me. I knelt and. " She sounded a little defensive. Of course she did."But you've never been inside those rooms, have you?" Denise asked her intently, head lowered. "How do you know you wouldn't like them?" She leaned in towards Linda and this time my wife didn't pull back. "You don't have to live in them," she explained slowly. "But an occasional visit...? See what's inside." She angled her head to the side, trying to catch Linda's lowered eyes. My wife's head, lowered, slowly rose, met the other girl's gaze.. I was already hardening with anticipation of the liaison with Janice.I went out of the cave and easily found Janice. Her long silver hair was unique in the village. I went up to her from behind and wrapped my arms completely around her. She stomped down hard on my arch and I released her instantly and howled in pain."Oh my God Mickey, I'm so sorry. It was just a reflex. I got that all the time in the construction trade and occasionally at Lowe's. I learned to do that on reflex and I'm so sorry.