High beams on. Motor running. Working parts repacked with grease. Haaahhaa! Sue knew she was getting silly, perhaps delirious, but it helped her cope....Before working at the museum, she could barely imagine three orgasms in the same day. That felt like years ago. Nine orgasms was still like running a marathon in terms of physical endurance, but such levels of sex did not seem completely absurd and terrifying to her like they once did. Was the responsiveness of her body a new level of. She decided to herself, time to take what she wanted. Propping herself up on her hands, she slid her pelvis across his, their sexes meeting once again in a hot preview of things to come. She stopped when she came to rest with her knees on the carpet, straddling his chest, her near naked wetness only inches in front of his face. She wasted no words, no bothering with the usual sequence of foreplay, the usual routine. She was way too heated for that bullshit. He ripped the front fabric of. The next time, I asked her to "help" the sheet expose herself. As the masseur was massaging her upper pecs, she tugged the sheet until her nipples came out. As he worked on her the sheet ended up off her breasts entirely. He matter-of-factly asked her if her breasts were "tender" to which she said "No." He moved the sheet all the way down to her pubic bone and proceeded to spend about ten minutes on her breasts. She said to me later, "Well, you know my nipples just popped and became hard. "I have a better idea!" A flash of lightning followed by a boom of thunder made Bobbi shudder. In that sudden flash she saw a smile slip across the blonde's face. Fat warm drops of rain kissed each woman's cheek, forehead and jawline before the sky opened up and poured forth. Bobbi ignored the shudder, the shiver that was both excitement and terror as she ran for the cover of her apartment building. She fumbled for her key and pressed into the building before the deluge got worse. The door.