As Dawn and I get ready to watch second match, her hand slide up to my cotch and she make little circle around it and then she say" do mine rubbing m... lower back?" I say "no". As start rub her back she pull on her shirt, my hand is rubbing her skin on lower back, I am watch the match and enjoy tell her about the things I see in the match, as rub her hand rubs my cotch. That match ends, the Thrid is get ready to start, as Mary and Clint appear, Mary says "there was long line, that took so. "Chris looked up, saw that Sandy was holding a lighted cigarette in her hand. She held the lighted stick of marijuana in offering and Chris accepted it, though reluctantly. Too many times she'd let herself loose control while stoned; it was a vice she had grown wary of."I'm no sure..." Don't be such a prude!" chided Sandy, taking a deep puff herself. "Here, smoke a little. C'mon." She held the hand- rolled cigarette to Chris's lips; first the blonde turned away, but then when it was obvious. ” I was so calm, so nonchalant compared to his labored breathing; it was quite the contrast. He’d never once thought about the millions and millions of times those sorts of things had occurred during slavery to innocent Black people, people who had no choice in the matter, whose lives were not their own in any sense of the word. No, when he thought about slavery, he thought about big-dicked, muscular Black men being stud for slutty, white plantation wives. If he had a chance to really think. Actually, I might even go with some granny-panties. I like the contrast between modest undies and your naked body. Jeans, a cotton pullover and flip-flops will complete the ensemble. Very easy to deal with. I'll pick up a bunch of short robes that you will wear at times. Also, you can put one on during, if you don't mind the pun, 'dress rehearsals' so you don't have to be showing everything all the time." Marge, do you think I'm crazy doing this?" Honey, I've been doing this most of my life..