The middle class is relatively small, so that if you are like me, a scion of the vast American bourgeois, you might be surprised to learn of the famil... wealth or background behind your average San Juan lawyer, doctor, or department store manager (or department store clerk for that matter).Don't get me wrong - I don't mean to suggest that this upper class is particularly exploitive or repressive. Many of its members work very hard at improving the lot of the average puertorriqueño. However, the. That kiss was amazing!”I couldn't respond verbally because I was choked-up. I was certain she could tell my thoughts from looking into my eyes, as I managed only a nod. The food was done, so we served it up on a couple of plates and sat at the small table where salads were already waiting for us, along with a bottle of wine. We sat and exchanged small talk while we ate, but the tension hung heavy in the air, both of us seemingly too shy to proceed. After dinner, we cleaned up… I washed and she. I tried to spread my legs wider to give them easy access to my soaking panties, but there was nowhere else to go on the small coolbox. All I could do was bend my knees slightly to allow access. They managed, pushing my panties aside and between them, they timed it perfectly to sink their fingers into my drippingly eager wet hole together. From nothing to the pleasure-pain of being so full and stretched by those knobbly fingers shocked a loud moan from me that I couldn’t suppress.“Shhhh!” Both. "And she cried and cried. But then she saw us, standing there watching her, and she said 'You again!' and we woke up."We have to help her!" Dee sobbed.This was worse than I thought. My psychiatrist fishing buddy on campus sprang to mind. Maybe I could take the girls to him. I might as well get the whole story, though. "And last night?" I asked. "What was your dream last night?"They exchanged one of their "looks" before Brenda turned back to me and took a deep breath. "We were in Willie's.