’ My mouth was dry, and my cock was rock hard. I actually felt light-headed as well as aroused and confused as I again scanned backwards looking to ...ead more. ‘He’d probably kill me if he ever knew this, not to mention what dad or Jill would do if they ever found out, but I snuck into Mark’s room today, don’t really know why I did, or what I was looking for, certainly not the dirty magazines I found stuffed under his pillow though that surprised me a little, nor the used cum-hanky I found in. I turned back to the street and looked at the two groups of women. I was shocked by what she said. And yet I felt she was right. The Americans clumped along like farmers with their boots stuck in the mud, their shoulders slumped and their faces wearing expressions of disdain. The Brazilians walked with straight backs and dignity and strode like women proud of their femininity, exuding a quiet and confident sexuality.When did Americans lose that? Did Steinem and the radical feminists convince. Nicky hit him on the back and he was OK. After dinner, everyone helped Maria to clean up.Marsha went on net and asked all connected at the Savage home to meet in the family room. That included the friends at the Lab. Rick, Fred F., Zeth, Joe, Cynthia and Bob.After everyone assembled Marsha invited Mary to report on Fred D.Mary said. "Fred was a real bastard much worse than Adam had been." She had a called a consultation with Carol Maytag and me. They found Fred's root problem. It involved. "Calm down. Breathe in and out slowly. You're hyperventilating."My mind digested all this information, and I realized that breathing in and out so fast wasn't helping me. I consciously slowed my breathing, and felt some measure of control coming back to me.It took about five minutes, but I finally felt a bit more normal."You heard me?" I asked, glaring at Mary."I... felt you," said Mary.Debbie simply nodded in agreement.This bit of information took me by surprise. Did the girls actually manage.