But then we must leave, falling suicidal to the hard ground.Ground rules for being a mistress sometimes include things like remembering not to leave m...rks. Trying not to touch you so as not to leave my scent on you. Never wear lipstick. Air freshener in your car for deleting my smell. Changing your shirt before you head home to her. Showering after sex so we can’t smell or taste each other for long.But I long to have sex and smell you all day. I want to skip my shower and feel the smooth spot. When the boys saw her full tits their cocks began growing visible in their underwear. She stood up and came to them and slowly took off their underpants. They were now standing naked in front of her, as she was naked in front of them, her dress falling down to the floor.She looked at their hungry eyes take in all of her, her full and firm tits, her slightly full belly, her smooth bald pussy, her shapely legs. “You can touch if you want”At this Bobby and Jake reached out to touch her tits, first. Having stood for the last watch, Porter woke the other two with the dawn. He wanted to pull out the hidden map and study it as soon as the light was bright enough; however, Alin cautioned him that they were not beyond the eyes and ears of Sky House yet. They continued east.Sometime in the late morning, the grey skies finally released their burden of rain upon the land. The downpour was heavy and unrelenting. Porter was doubly glad that the snakeskin was thoroughly waterproof; the water sloughed. Strangely that thought didn't bother me as much as it should have. Inever had any strange hidden desires to be anyone other than theperson I had been born as. Who I was had never been as important to meas succeeding in my chosen field. I supposed that had I been bornblack or female, or whatever else, I would still have been anarcheologist. To be honest, I wasn't really much of a sexual being atall. Our society tends to attempt to define men and women asheterosexual or homosexual, but it seldom.