Saturday afternoons everyone in town's out and about. People around here don't miss much." Evenings our parents are always around. Pay more attention ...o us." Very little time alone. We would be missed." We'll need a place," she commented and looked to me for that answer.When I didn't answer right away she turned back to the car and started working again. After a few seconds, so did I. But I was thinking.I knew lots of little private places in the area around town where we could probably find. With so many girls it no longer troubles me that I cannot remember all their names. Besides, they almost all have two; a working name in addition to their own. Apart from the fact that some of their own names are too homely or otherwise unsuitable for the sex trade, I think this dual identity helps them separate working from their personal lives. Mostly I let them choose their own working names; Connie, for instance, insisted that she was Randy. I told Fran that she had to be Fanny; it took. Let’s have someone else cover this and go find a place to practice.” Ted grinned.“I have my deer rifle with scope and could make some shots even at this distance.” Shirley offered.“I think we all may need some practice. They may not appreciate us shooting their leaders and some may come after us.”Ted said, “Okay, let’s talk about it more later. Right now, let’s watch and get a better feel for their habits and for you get to know some of the assistants as well as Dave.”We watched for another. You’re lying down on the end of the bed on your side, your eyes only a foot or so away from where his prick is now sliding out of her. You are entranced. You feel a wild thrill of sexual excitement coursing through your body as you breathe in the sweet aroma of the couple’s arousal. You can hardly believe this is happening. This has always been your most desirable fantasy, watching a couple have sex, the scene you always wanted to read in those Penthouse letters, the image that could always get.