”“And it was kind of fun, wasn’t it?” I continued.“It was ... But it does feel a bit different now.”“Why? If we’re ever going to make ...ruth happen, we have to be able to be comfortable with each other in this way,” I said pointedly.Lara turned abruptly. “I know that!” she huffed, her tone serious.“Well then, out with it!” I cried, keeping my voice humorous.For a moment we were both still.“The thing is,” she said quietly, “you’ve never really been okay with that kind of talk. I always thought I. The next day I trekked inland through the dense undergrowth. It was humid so I tore a sleeve from my shirt and made a bandanna. Birds whistled and a****ls chattered in the background as I pushed forward. As I walked my mind slipped back to my second sexual encounter. I was 23 at the time. She was 18. I remember we met at a friends house party and she made me follow her into an empty bedroom. The door had barely closed behind us as she started stripping her clothes off. She pulled me forward and. His tongue parted my lips as it explored my mouth. His tongue found mine and they danced for a few minutes. My pussy was throbbing, and my nipples were hard. Sit down, I said He did as he was told and sat back in the white chair. I handed him the crop and ben over in front of him. He knew what to do he began to smack my ass with the crop, he swung down hard, the whip cracked on my ass loudly because of the leather. I reached between my legs and pulled the snaps on the crotch of my outfit. It. I was pumping herpussy like a Texas jackrabbit when Joan walked in. Iwas so embarrassed that I lost my hard-on.Mother laughed at my embarrassment and told me that shehad told Joan about how my wonderful love-tool kept herhappy and how, when she and Joan were younger, they hadmade pact always to share anything that was worthwhilewith each other. It seemed that Joan wanted to share mybody.I told Joan to strip out of her clothes and join us onthe bed. When I saw that Joan had a shaved pussy, Iknew.