The surf sound was now clearer, the sound of thousands of voices raised in anger.Tuck looked at Judy. "Do you know what happened in France after the r...volution? In Russia after theirs?"Judy shook her head."It wasn't pretty," Tuck told her. "The people had suffered long and hard. They had a lot of grievances and they paid the nobles back a thousand times over. It won't be pretty, what we'll see inside there. Don't let it throw you."Tuck stood then and stretched, his eyes intent on the town. Judy. I eventually told her that I loved her dress and how hot she was. She giggled, but I could tell she loved the attention. Earlier in our conversation I had told her about some paintings I was doing with some of my free time on the road. She seemed very interested. Maybe I can get her to my room to check them out and see where this goes, I thought. I worked up the courage to ask if she wanted to check out my paintings and was blown away when she Yes! Then I remembered that Billy and I were. He has admitted to me that he is very experienced when it comes to pleasing his friends, and is not too particular where he parks his rod. Since I am very broad minded about these matters I do not mind indulging in the occasional back door shenanigans as long a there is plenty of lubrication. Peter is an expert in such matters and just thinking about him leaves me with soaked panties.However Amanda is becoming very suspicious lately and is asking a lot of questions which I basically ignore.. Away from my body. And suddenly I understood. "This is not real," I whispered. "It can't be real. It can't be. It just isn't happening." He wanted me to disrobe..Rising erect from my knees, I slid the robe back over my shoulders and let it fall into my hands. I began to bring it around when he snatched it roughly away from me and flung it across the floor. It landed near the garage door with the arms in an out-flung, helpless gesture. That's how I felt--totally helpless. I was naked with a.