She still guided my actions, just not verbally. I listened to the sounds she made; soft purring, little expulsions of air, quiet humming, worshiping t...e efforts of my tongue. I licked and sucked, changing directions and depth often. I let her direct me with sounds and movements. Her legs, thin and muscular, opened wide, closed, folded back and spread out wide again repeatedly. At one point I felt both heels hit low on my back and make their way upward, almost to my neck before opening wide. Her. "I'm glad you approve,” I said, as I slid down my panties and hung them on the hanger with the bra. "No, no… that will never do." "What are you talking about?" I asked. "That garden you have growing between your legs. That will never work. You must go shave." "Well, I don't shave my cunt for anyone!" "Fine—I’ll just tell the Captain you're not fit to do the job." I rolled my eyes and huffed in frustration, "Where's the fucking razor?" "Everything you need is in the shower. There’s a new. "We may have to consider changing hair styles and facial hair, or something similar. With twenty of us, though, it will be hard to get enough visually distinct looks to solve the problem completely."As Steve finished talking, he heard more male voices approaching behind him. He turned as two more of his 'brothers' entered the room. Two more women, who'd been standing back while Steve had been talking to his brother and his brother's wife, stepped forward, each one greeting a newcomer, and. “This should show you that you can quickly improvise to the story,” Em said. “You and Cindy can put music to any theme. You need to improvise more.” I guessed she was right. Saturday night when we crawled into our tent, there was no question about who was sleeping where. Em was flying out to San Diego Sunday afternoon and shared her warmth with me as we made love much of the night. More or less quietly.When the troupe returned to the booth after our first afternoon performance, we found Emily.