He was trying to cover himself, but I had another concern. I couldn't find my bra or panties. Somewhere in the passionate tussle they'd gone missing. ...o I pushed my blouse and skirt down and paid a little attention to my hair.A couple of days later, when I thought over that moment, I had to ask myself: why the concern with my hair. I think it's a female thing. Guys don't' automatically comb their hair, but a girl's looks are important to her, and a large part of it is her hair. Mine was a. "Oh my God," she said with a breathless murmur. "You better stop before...." Before what?" I asked as I circled my fingers all around her clit. "They are just right there," she said looking out the window at her husband and daughter. "Yes, they are just right there," I said as I continued my assault on her clit. "And look at you. What a dirty slut." I am not a slut," she said firmly."Oh yes you are, “I replied. "And you like it, don't you?" She didn't say a word, just silence. "You like this. "So we both did, or pretended to at least, for a little bit. There was complete silence for a few minutes. Then Tara shifted a little and put her hand over my stomach, feeling my smooth skin for a moment. I'd noticed, but it didn't phase me too much. She was just making herself comfortable, and if putting her arm around someone kept her quiet, then so be it. I didn't mind.So we napped with each other for a little while. Me on my back lying straight up and down. And Tara next to me, upside down,. He remembered the feelings of numinous belonging to Lucy while he was painting his nails, but after he started on her list to get ready for the other women he felt more like some kind of male whore. Begging them to come and have their way with him, promising them whatever they wanted of him, left him feeling small and pathetic mentally. And it was really just beginning. Jackie was dragging the robe down his shoulders on one side while Rose worked on the other. ‘I love those panties, ‘Jackie.