We made love just now, losing our virginity to one another. I was his now, and he loved me madly. We were one now, emotionally and physically. It was ...o dream or a fantasy; Sweetpea had fucked me for real. Wait, he didn't 'fuck' me, he 'loved' me. We made love and he showered unending torrents of love on me.He asked "Baby, was I good?" as his man steel started softening in my ass."Good??? You are the best!" I said, smiling ear to ear.Sweetpea rose to his feet, walked up to the window and. Looking in my eyes she said, "I like you. I mean that I really like you." Ha, ha," one member of the group laughed. "Sounds like your probation officer wants to fuck you!"I was used to the game, but this remark made me blush. "Is that true officer?" another person asked. "Do you want to fuck one of our bad boys?" Well, if you want to be crude, yes I do. But I don't know what the rules are concerning that," she answered.Another member joined in, "We don't have rules about fucking! It's not a. There was no seat inthem. They were little more than a breechcloth, but skimpier, even, thanthe actor who'd played Tarzan in a movie he'd seen on television a fewyears ago had worn, and one pair had been all lace, rather than silk orsatin. Looking at them had made Pablo feel lightheaded, he'd felt astrange stirring in his loins, and, a moment later, a bulge had formed inhis own underpants. Fortunately, no one had seen him in such a state.Pablo imagined how silk or satin might feel against his. Traci was still working on her tits.As Tami and I walked along the road, I looked up at the sky. The New Mexico sky seemed different from last night's Arizona sky, or the California, Oregon, and Washington skies before it. I didn't know why, a few hundred miles shouldn't make that much of a difference. But it seemed different."Counting stars?" Tami asked."No, I... I don't know what I'm doing." Want to talk about it?" No, I..." Okay."We walked on down the road. I wondered if I'd feel it when.