"Yes. It's a lovely day you borrowed from summer," I said, moving my arms and legs just enough to keep my head above water."Find anything behind the w...terfall?" Nope. Just a small hideaway." Show me?" Sure."We swam over to the waterfall, and ducked under. I levered myself up to the alcove, then helped pull her up. The alcove was large enough for us to stretch out while sitting next to each other. Both of us was carefully *not* looking at each other again. I shifted to get a crick out of my back. So I found the zip and undid his trousers folding the front flap across. Imagine my surprise to see he was wearing very pretty pink organza panties with frills and bows. “You look so pretty” I said as I stroked his cock through his silky panties. His finger now pulled my panties to one side and slipped deep inside me rubbing on my clit. I was in lust as I pulled his panties down to release his cock. Then I saw that he had no pubic hair at all which I thought was really sexy. I gently rubbed his. On the last Saturday in April of 1971, while Tommy was up in Dallas helping rid Regina and Melody of their pesky technical virginities, seven women met up at the Hotel Arcenaux dining room. The women were all wildly different from each other, yet all connected by their bond to Tommy.Conchita Delgado, the beautiful and sultry actress, was one of the women, as was Ruth Silverman, the petite librarian. Becky Dierdorf, Tommy’s former tutor and now a nursing student in Dallas, had also made the trip. The horses were treated much more quickly.Dunrossiter was dragged to an oak tree and tied to it, his arms wrapped around it, his back to the trunk. Disdainfully he looked at the madman advancing to stand before him. He had a long knife in his hands. “Be damned to you and be done with it!” he roared out.Rory smiled, stepping closer. “What be your hurry, milord?” he said, then gently inserted the knife into Dunrossiter’s breeches, slitting them open.Katherine wondered where her husband and Kent.