If so, I was in trouble because sometimes I was so desperate to bury my cock in pussy that I promised her the Sun, the Moon, and the Stars if she woul... only let me get inside her silly “Pooh Bear” panties. When I saw the smiling bear down around her ankles, I knew it was time to come knocking on Lucy’s door. One time, when we were all under the blanket at the campfire on the beach, I did Lucy in her rear door with lots of muffled groans and little whimpers of “go slow”. My sister was right on. But now it was time to exit themachine. He knew David would be back in town later this day, and it wasconceivable that he'd drop into the lab. So it was time to finish.He reached for the "Exit" butto...... where was it?He looked around. He looked as far right and as far left as he could. Itwas nowhere to be seen.Where was the "Exit" button?Paul began to panic. Was he stuck?It was one thing to experience being a woman. Quite another to be stuckthat way. He'd have men hitting on him all the time.. OH GOD! I felt like I was sitting on a telephone pole! Suddenly, I could empathize with the recipients of the ancient punishment called impalement - hoisted aloft on a grape-stake driven lengthways through their torsos (starting - guess where?)!I screamed like a little girl. Some detached part of me knew what I sounded like, but the part of me in the here and now didn't care. That damned club kept going, and, true to her word, I soon felt the side handle parting my scrotum as it pressed between. Caught in an apprehensive haze my wife’s handrelaxed. The fabric floated away exposing her breast. Hernipple gleamed a subtle hue of pink, adding to herwonderful virginistic look. Leering in obvious approval the stranger spoke. “My dearyou are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Howcan your breasts can be this sexy….”As he spoke he ran a finger lightly across the undersideof her breast. Then a slow exploration, finally cuppingher. Stacey’s eyes were closed.