One Sunday afternoon I got up the courage to tell Andrea about the story and I sat in the den while she read it at the kitchen table. When she was fin...shed reading she came in the den to discuss what she had just read. She asked me what I thought of the idea of her taking control of my orgasms. I pulled my shorts down and out sprang my fully erect four inches. She said OK, I see. A few weeks later as she and I both were getting ready for work she told me to come to the bedroom after I showered.. 3 glasses of wine and the long conversations with Rosie really had my mind spinning. And while I had been aware that things might have to change when my birthday happened, I had no solution at all.Finally I woke up, then spent some time working out refinements to my next adventure. I had sent a concept outline to Mr. Cummings, and he said it was original but may be hard to play.Finally at around 4:45 I got into Scout and drove to Linda’s. I was thinking that we might call Peggy and Mandy and go. She was pretty well and average overall. Slight bubble butt, modest B cups. Her dark hair was always long enough to pass her shoulders. Short enough to not be a real problem. Her slim figure was accented with a few tattoos of ravens here and there. Some distance pieces others close ups. Her eyes a faded green to give flair against her tan skin.She woke up finding herself in her bedroom that she had barely personalized. After all she was halfway around the world. But that was life on the dig.. They'd done really well, the room looked beautiful, all pink and with teddy bears and furry little creatures as part of the wallpaper, it looked beautiful, but I think we were all thinking ahead to the day when we would have to take to our own rooms.As if reading my mind, mum squeezed my hand, "Not for a year or two yet darling," she said softly, and Jill squeezed my other hand gently."There's an evening market in the village tonight." mum said brightly. "Anyone fancy it?" Have we got any money.