She led Claire over to a chair, sat her down, and leaned over to whisper something in her ear. Claire grinned and reached down to cup her own crotch, ...hich was perhaps a little sore from the treatment it had just received.“Next up we have Calamity,” said The Blonde. “Calamity, are you here?”Up to the mat strode a woman who was somewhat on the older side — her long brown hair was liberally streaked with gray — but in magnificent shape, with a lean, muscled body encased in a red, white and blue. After she had completed her task, she went to the bathroom to run a shower for us. When it was ready, we repeated what would become routine in our relationship. She would wash me from my chest down, while I took care of the rest. She would attempt to suck me off, but whether or not I took her up on it depended on me. After that, she would kneel under me, between my legs and proceed to wash herself. Although this was only the second shower we had together, I thought I would add another aspect of. Yeah, it was turning out to be a funny summer for me. The New England weather was acting weird. I mean, it was raining all the time in my part of the state, and I felt like it was spring rather than summer. The weather’s not the only thing acting funny. My girlfriend Sharon dumped me after I told her that I had bisexual tendencies. So much for women wanting a man to tell the truth. Whatever. I found myself in a funk and I needed to get myself out of it. I went to a bar, and met this tall,. The house was completely dark but there was a full moon and a single shaft of light streaked through the front windows providing just enough illumination for her to make her way around. She spied the old lacy curtains, her target. Their age combined with the delicate cotton threading should catch quickly she reasoned.Moving to a side window Lynette held up a section of curtain and flicked the lighter, but while it sparked, no flame ensued. Another flick and another and still no flame. Puzzled.