I didn’t realize how much I had missed the rural south until that moment. I don’t even know what caused it, but my youth just came crashing down o... me. It was like the old crack in the dam trick. It’s a trickle, then a flood of memories. I could see my dad, as he would have been at my present age, standing on the sagging porch of that half rotten frame building wearing mustard colored hunting clothes. The big twill pants held up with suspenders and the giant coat with big pockets for the quail. I retrace my finger and slip it into my hole. It feels better when the second finger joins the first.I withdraw my fingers and touch my lips. Roger’s cum has long since run out of me. I wish I had it to taste again. I am mostly between the drape and the window now. The whole area is brightly lit. I spread my feet apart and my pussy is fully visible, and I wish that somebody was watching me. It is exciting to be there, to be visible for anyone passing to see a slut standing in the window. He did. She did? It did? Who knew? And at this point I didn't care. "Good evening, Jack," came the simulated voice. A part of my mind noticed that he—or she, or it, whatever— knew what time it was, anyhow. Did that mean Spook was in my time zone, or close to it? "May we talk again now?" Uh—" I stammered, belatedly realizing I hadn't planned this out. "Sure, I guess. But first will you let me talk to Lisa?" I will connect." I heard a ring, but this time only one and there she was."Hello?" Hey,. I tried to mentally hold back on the drug's effect and simply speak so my next question wasn't a command, "Are you comfortable being naked in front of me, knowing that it turns me on very much?"Stacy blushed and I could see her hands flex involuntarily. She said, "Uh ... I guess so. I ... I think I'd be more comfortable though if I weren't the only one."I grinned, "You think you'd be more comfortable if there was someone else naked with you?"Stacy giggled, "I think I'd like that very much.".