“Lauren!” he called. “Coast is clear.” He heard the sound of the shower starting up.He stepped into the shower room and saw Lauren’s outline...through the steamed glass of the shower enclosure.“Are you coming to join me or what?” Lauren asked.Mikey quickly stripped off and jumped in with her.Lauren turned to face him, her body shimmering with the moisture from the shower and her glorious breasts lathered up with soap.“Nice of you to join me,” she said, linking her arms behind his neck and pulling. Brown Horse was big enough to take care of himself and could wear anything the wanted to, but Running Bear was still short enough to attract attention from bullies. The switch in clothes was enough to forestall most of that nonsense. Neither Running Bear nor Brown Horse had any interest in saloons, so they rarely ran into trouble, anyway.The only time that they ran into any real trouble was once when Martha and Otto had gone grocery shopping. Brown Horse and Running Bear were waiting outside. Few cocktails, my stories of my disasterous relation with my columbian import, and my reckless abandon for all authority and morals if it interfered with my hard earned playtime that was missing at the crib. We joked and laughed and shared.... in many cases, way too much. Manytimes almost being caught.... me or her, bullshitting him so we could go and drink together. Fuck it, he never took her out and treats her like shit, but she see's right thru his male ego tough guy shit..... and I couldn't. They continued to stroke the outside of her. Around her vagina. Over her smoothest skin. The gentle touch sent thrills and shivers all over her.Flora’s breath came out as a shudder. “What of my disposition?” she gasped.The fingers continued their slow circling. They found the most sensitive knob of flesh, one that Flora rarely noticed and when she did, she ignored. The lady played with it lightly. "Your prince asks me if you are frigid," the doctor said, watching Flora’s breathlessness.Flora’s.