Their bedroom door was open just a crack. I could hear Paula in their... the sound of her voice muffled in a pillow. She was moaning rhythmically."Uh..... uhh... uh... uh... uhh... UH! UNHH! Unhh! ...nhh..."I tried to resist.The bedroom was lit with moonlight from the window. Her skin was aglow with it. Drenched with sweat, she moved rhythmically with Tom's darker, powerful figure hunched over her from behind. She knelt on the edge of the bed - her slender calves dangling over the edge, her toes. I'm glad I had gone a couple of weeks ago. I'd hate to seewhat slutty girl-me would have made of the galactic bulge.I squeezed my wet legs together and shook. How much longer was thisgoing to go on? Would this class end with a masturbatory orgy too?Maybe I could let off steam then. My pussy ached at the prospect. Isubtly reached a hand up and brushed against the underside of my amplebreasts, at the scandalous acres of oh-so sensitive underboob put ondisplay by this skanky lost-and-found top. My. She looked up at me as I came in the room, and said. “Dave, you know that was an accident, don’t you?” I said, “Kirsten, don’t worry about it.. Of course I know it was an accident. Inevitably, we are going to see situations like that, living in a motor home, and living life until we figure out what the hell happened to the USA. We are going to have to be comfortable around each other, and letting something like that bother you isn’t going to cut it, okay?” She smiled, and said, “Dave, did. I've got freckles!! I've got underarm flab!! I've got.I *don't *got legs hairs!! Even the knees are fat!!"+ + + Wednesday returned from putting the gag on `Pugsley'. "I'm wearing a dress," `Gwendolynne' finally noticed when he-she sat up on the rack. "And panties. Yellow ones, I bet." What's this thing around my chest? A piece of bondage?" "It's a training bra." "And I thought I knew all the bondage gear," `Gwendolynne' said, pulling at it. "It could stand to be a little more uncomfortable." "I.