Clothes were piled on a desk chair. The ratty John Denver tee shirt hung on the chair’s back. A black dressing table was littered with exotic bottle... and tubes. Their combined aroma made a heady bouquet of Hannah’s different fragrances — maybe different scents for different moods. Tom picked up a few perfume bottles and sniffed. This was a side of her he’d not had the pleasure to know, and he was thrilled with the chance to finally learn all about her, over time — lots of time. Tom fought the. “Should we move this out to the bed, then?” she asked, grasping his wrists and pulling herself upright and pressing the length of her body into him. “I think that’s a good idea,” he murmered into her ear. Janice reached behind him to twist the handle and stop the flow of warm water. “You dry me and I’ll dry you,” she said, grinning at him. She rubbed her hair vigorously, then wrapped the towel around her head, twisting it into a sort of turban. Grabbing another towel, she slowly and sensuously. Loni stared at the entrance of the cave where the wise men sat each day to settle disputes, answer questions, tell people when to plant and all of the other things the wise men decided for her people. She'd never been in that dark place, and had never wanted to.She had to duck when she went in. Loni was tall for one of her people. She was also slim. She could run faster than any of the boys, though when she did that now her breasts sometimes hurt. They had grown a lot in the last year or two. I was hoping you did, too." I didn't reply. "Tim and Marla are swingers. I want us to join their club. Please, Rick." I don't want that," I said."Why not? It's a lot of fun." When I didn't reply, she said, "Be honest. You've wanted to fuck Marla and now you have. Think of all the other women you'll get to have." I don't want that," I repeated more emphatically."I want it, and I want an open marriage. I want to fuck who I want when I want." She pulled my face down to hers and kissed me hotly. "I.