The bad part is that sometimes I get talked into things that other women rightly walk away from.-==-The topic of sex came back up last night. It was a...most dark by the time Carmen and I finished our ten-mile run. We were doing our "cooling off" exercises in the front yard when she asked if we could use the computer to do a little cruising on the swinger sites.Well, I enjoy looking at the various kinks these swinger-types advertise and I didn't want to offend Carmen by playing the prude, so I. My hair, which is only longenough to fall over my ears, was swept into a wild tangle and treatedwith enough product to keep it that way. The look was somewhere betweenpixie and punk. I had on normal make-up. Well, if normal includeslipstick in a shade called Wild Watermelon, along with eyeshadow thatwas the closest match I could find to it . My top was loose, but not somuch that it hid the fact that I was wearing a bra with medium-sizedbreast forms in it. And the top was an animal print,. She looked down at herself and noticed a few droplets of water on her nipple and flicked them off with her finger. Her nipple sprang to attention from the interest. She gave a slight moan and poured some bath wash into her hands. Starting to rub it into her shoulders and arms forming a lather on her milky skin. She moved to her breasts and was really enjoying the sensation. She took her nipples between her finger and thumb, rolling and tweaking them. Another moan escaped from her as she felt. My two sisters, locked in embrace, untainted by guilt, introduced my chemical lust to the realm of spirits connecting. I let events occur as they may and integrated myself into them. Then, my will perfectly affected the women around me. They understood and obeyed. But too, my will was subject to theirs. We were bonded sexually by our desires, but not by our egos. Our actions arose from a deeper, collective source.Even Rodney's paranoia had its place in the whole, but that was not resolved until.