She could feel his stiffened manhood under her and his heavy breath on her neck. The other sister was lip locked with her black man and his hand had ...lso found it’s way to her vagina. Luckily, the noisy sound of the vehicle drowned out the sounds of the two girls sensual moans. A curtain dividing the rear compartment kept them out of view from Shawn and Tia. Shawn was seated next to the black African in the second row seat. He was thrilled with seeing a herd of gazelles running about a 150. Our adventures escalated from there and we continued taking pictures. With the advent of the digital age our games with the one hour developers ended. Dave accumulated a vast collection of digital pictures and stored them on our computer and on floppy disks (anyone remember them?).One night I caught him on a web site looking at pics of other women. I asked what he was doing. He was very embarrassed and told me it was a site where men shared pics of their wives and he was just imagining guys. She giggled and said that she wasn’t what our audience was looking at. I said I thought that she was looking at both of us. Then, almost as a joke, I suggested that my wife turn over and flash us her boobs. To my shock, she slowly rolled over and cupped her breasts in her hands. Shaking her breasts and pinching her nipples she said that girls gets to see tits all the time, and that if we want to give her a good show that I would need to do it. Then she told me to take off my shorts and get this. A shrink might wish to write a white paper on Murphy. He might divine a Freudian basis for her proclivities. Perhaps he’d wax philosophical on her rebellion against a repressive, chastising, hypocritical Catholicity where girls having ‘impure’ thoughts were tramps and whores, while their priests are fucking kids and somehow that’s acceptable. He might want to write about Oedipal impulses and parenting. Whatever his loftiness for a scientific paper in the journals, his opus might never reach.