Patricia was fuming. Donald wanted to know what he was missing. It seemed to both of them that they were missing some essential piece of Peter’s lif... that everyone else in the room knew about. There was no way that Peter had anything to do with the Reset Manifesto.“Patricia. Donald. Peter made the Reset Manifesto possible. He gathered the authors of it together. He supported them financially while they wrote it. He distributed it, once it was written.”“Peter did all that?”“Yes.”“Why didn’t he. “It’s okay,” I said. “We have sort of an arrangement. She’s okay with it.”“Yeah, right,” she scoffed. She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Thanks for the dance.”With that, she climbed into the passenger seat and her friend sped her away. I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of what just happened. Outside of my swinging experience, I hadn’t picked up a woman in a bar since I met my wife. It became painfully obvious that it would be far more difficult for me to find a “playmate” than it. She took another deep drag and rubbed out the rest of her joint. She tried to stand but couldn’t quite make it and instinctively I offered her my hand to help her stand. She took it and rose and fell into me a bit. She walked around to the front passenger door and sat in my car. I cursed myself for allowing this to occur. I had never picked up a hitchhiker before. I couldn’t believe I was helping her.She sat in my car, her beer in her lap. As I sat, I could so clearly smell the pot on her. I. As I continued reading it said he was teasing her all over until she couldn’t stand it anymore and lost control, climaxing harder than she ever did before. Ever since then, I have wanted to try it, but didn’t know how to approach you.”I quivered clear down to my clit. “Oh my god, that sounds like fun. I haven’t done anything like that since my college days.”“Really, when can I do it to you?”I knew if I let him experiment on me like that, I’d lose control of myself, altogether, and do anything.