We giggled and joked for an hour.Another rusty nail.I put Moby on the stereo.Michelle was seated on the floor,her legs drawn up to her chest,grooving ...o the rythmic sounds of Moby.I watched her as she closed her eyes,becoming lost in the music.She was opening and closing her knees in time to the song and once again I became entranced with her khaki-clad crotch.I felt movement in my own.I was BACK!She opened her eyes slowly and caught me.She smiled forgivingly and closed her eyes again,once more. Wash away the evidence? she asked herself. You think it's thateasy to undo what you've done? Don't bet on it, you faithless wife.You're as bad as Zenobia -- maybe worse. Zenobia may have fucked astableboy or two in her time, but has she ever jacked off her ownson, as you did this afternoon? Alicia tromped on the accelerator, cutting out into the passinglane and joining all the other freeway maniacs in their mad rush. Shewas home in what seemed like minutes. She slipped in the front. The talk continued for a minute or so more when Edna, looking over at Joan, "Carmen's really nicely built don't you think Joan?" she asked Looking at me, "Very nicely built" Joan replied. I knew right then this tea session was going to take a different turn when Joan moved over next to me and placing her hand on my cheek, inched in, "Very nicely built" she said again as she leaned in and our lips met. Joan's kiss was so soft and gentle I instantly got aroused and pressed her lips even more as. Then I noticed a large Doberman running towards me. I picked up a large stick to defend myself and started backing up. He continued getting closer and he was now snarling at me. Then I fell back over one of the fallen trees. My rucksack was tangled in the branches and the weight of it held me down. All of a sudden the dog was on top of me pushing between my legs. The weight of the dog and the rucksack meant I couldn’t move. I tried shouting for help but knew that no one else was likely to be on.