"On a scale of 1 to 10, how wet are you?" Oh my god!" Karen laughed at his directness. "Well!" she disclosed, "at the moment, I am a 3, but closing in...on a fucking 5!"Bill laughed as he squeezed her bare leg. "So," he said, "top up or down?"Karen had never thought of herself as an exhibitionist, but she let caution fly out the open window. Bill had that effect on her. With both hands, she grabbed the hem of her tee-shirt and pulled it up over her bra."Do you still think I’m perky?" she. "Harry kicked off the ground, the broom's tail down and nose pointed upwards into the night sky. Now Imogen needed no prompting to clutch tightly to Harry, terrified of falling off the back of the broom. Harry was not accustomed to carrying a passenger, and he observed his broom's performance closely. After all, his life and that of Imogen's might depend on his skill with a broom if they had to escape at the evening's end. The rate of climb was slower, and they were only a few hundred feet. But marry him she did. They say love is blind, but in this case love was also stupid. I’m not saying that Julie was dumb, she was just too trusting. The thing that led to Julie’s downfall was the death of her personal computer. She needed to get an e-mail out to some friends and the only working machine in the house was now her husband’s. In college she actually had minored in computer science and majored in accounting. After bypassing Chad’s password Julie sent her e-mail and was about to exit. They both informed me that for our little session they decided to collaborate with each other. I felt a shiver of excitement the thought of both of their attention on me. It was a heady feeling.They looked at me and said "Strip!". God that was intense.I undressed, and felt Ian at my back, saying that I need to relax, and took my eyeglasses of and put a blindfold in their place. It was relaxing.Felt their hands caressing me and moving me in the position they wanted to. They lifted my hands above.