Without me in the story it does not even get started, never mind end up with more than one person emotionally scarred for life, myself included. I cou...d tell Shameera had realized she was venturing down memory lanes best left closed, but if she was ever going to understand my brother then she needed to understand how it all went down. And I knew Con would never tell her; he never spoke of it voluntarily and I doubt he even thought about it and how it affected his life. Others might, though, and. I knew I was showing off my ass and pussy and I was loving it. All of a sudden one of the guys got up. He walked over to me while I was bent over and grabbed my ass. "Man," he said to my husband. "Your wife has been showing off all day. Mind if I fuck her?" Mind if I fuck her? Wait, this guy is asking my husband if he can fuck me? I stayed bent over. I don't know why. I should have protested, but I didn't. I just stood there, bent over, his hand on my ass. "Go ahead," I heard. My mind was. “We need to clean up. It smells bad in here.” She stood, and Roger looked at her naked form in frank admiration. She was a former soldier, and firm muscles rippled under her supple skin. She noticed his preoccupation and slapped him on his thigh. “C’mon, we have to go. There’s time for what you’re thinking about later.”Fifteen minutes later, Roger and Yamina walked in to the clearing toward the helicopter. Rita waved at them and spoke into her headset. The turbines began to whine, and the. The fact that we were now PLANNING on doing it made everything awkward. We both made lame attempts at conversation that totally avoided the elephant in the room. I tried to steer the conversation where it needed to go: “That was really sexy, when you and Liz switched bikini tops with each other like that.” Stephanie lit up, “Yeah, I couldn’t believe she did that! She’s always telling me how nervous she is around boys! She must really trust you.” That redirected us to talking about Elizabeth for.