And the taste and feel of soft breast flesh on my mouth and the hardness of erect nipples rolled by my tongue is ecstasy. The taste of fresh sweat and...shared cum; the sweet smell of sex permeating a room after a long session of making love; the gentle swells and curves, the lines and folds, the tightness and the softness of the female form, and the joyful massive sense of power and release when she gives or gratefully takes cum. It’s all a piece of heaven.I wanted all this with Maryam; I needed. You don’t mind her fucking other guys?”“She’s my sister, not my wife. Dad left the family farm to both of us. We’re partners.”“I see.”“Neither one of us ever met a suitable spouse, so, we have stayed single.”“Different strokes for different folks,” I commented.He chuckled, “When we were teenagers growing up, Clara was quite a handful. Our folks were so worried that all her fucking around would get her pregnant, they took her to the doctor for birth control. He noticed that there was something. “Coffee! Shouldn’t’ve had the second mug.”“You coulda let Mandy watch the cockpit and you coulda used that bucket...”“Haven’t had to resort to the bucket yet, besides, rated pilot MUST be in the cockpit...”“Sure, get all technical on me,” I laughed. “Well, you made it.”“Uncomfortable.” She swung the refrigerator door open. “Ah-hah! Ginger ale!”“Grab me one!”She grabbed a second one, bumped the door closed with a swing of her hip.We popped tops together. I raised mine. “To a good trip and a good. It isdefinitely going to be a long night but I have actually come to love mywork." I always wanted to ask you how you became an escort," Wendy asked, "Doyou mind my prying?" Well, it's a long story and it's pretty explicit if you really want tohear it. There is more to me than you probably know or maybe wish toknow." Are you kidding," Wendy whispered. I have always dreamed of being anescort myself. "Your manicure and pedicure are going to take nearly twohours and, between us girls, there is.