Without a word the hairbrush touches your arm. I brush the hairs on your arm slowly, watching the way they lay on your skin. Just enjoying being near ...o you. A soft thud and the brush lands on the floor.I lean into you, my breasts pushing into your chest. My fingers softly touch your hair. They brush over your forehead, over your masked eyes and slowly down the bridge of your nose. My fingertip grazes your lips, tracing the outline of them. Feeling your breath on my fingertips. One hand on. She slowly stood and started pulling off her tank top. It was Elise’s turn to be mesmerised. Liz wasn’t wearing a bra so Elise had a full view of her bare breasts. They were quite small, an A cup at best. They were perfectly perky with soft puffy nipples. Elise, her instincts taking over, stepped closer to her. She needed to touch those breasts. It was like her brain was totally being over powered by her pussy. Liz was shocked to see Elise so close. Her breath caught as their eyes met. She. Reg had treated me like a beautiful woman, without any intention of bedding me, and I fell for him quite strongly, despite knowing that he was making love with the other three.That is a quick summary, Fiona, but from that you can see that what we have is not your usual polygamous family. We have a group marriage which is probably stronger than any legal marriage would be. We have committed ourselves to each other, thus loving is so easy for us. We have not allowed ourselves a get-out clause,. It’s strange to sit down and let your eyes drift, then start seeing what happened in a place. Stone fences always seemed like good places to search. When Sherman roared through on his march to the sea everyone with half a mind buried a poke somewhere to keep it away from the Yankees. Lots of folks didn’t live long enough to dig it up afterwards and their secrets died with them. I carried some string and some old T-shirts in my bag because the years usually weren’t very gentle on leather pokes.