SEBASTAN: Did you do anything other than watch?MICHELLE: I was touching myself. Did it without even thinking.SEBASTIAN: Did you want to join in?MICHEL...LE: No, I was okay where I was.SEBASTIAN: And what happened when they finished?MICHELLE: They cleaned up and got dressed. It felt like we were waking up from a nap—stretching, rubbing our faces. Little glances at each other, to see if everybody was okay. We were all calm. We went downstairs, one by one, to rejoin the rest of the family. And for. "I asked, "Well, who the fuck is going to be your spotter?"The Butterbar said, "Sgt. Blaine told me I was going to be the spotter."I swore, "Hells Bells! What the fuck do you know about being a spotter? Banzai..."Banzai interrupted, " ... Jack, there's no choice in this, your chopper's here so man up."Banzai and the Butterbar tossed my pack on the back of my legs, picked up my stretcher and began to haul ass down the stairs. The fuckers almost tipped me off the stretcher a couple times so I. I just shook my head. He had played me all night and I was loving it inside. While we waited for a taxi, Jeff and I made eye contact and I leaned in and we kissed. My mind was wondering all over the place as I was still rationalizing fooling around with a married guy. But the naughtiness of being “the other woman” was a huge mental turn on for me. “This surely would be a one-time thing, right.” I thought to myself. The taxi came, we got in and as we pulled away to my apartment Jeff and I were. He reached down to my feet and retrieved my warm panties, all the time looking at my hairless pubes, which were exposed as I made no effort to cover up. Instead I marvelled at his huge hairy balls resting on my silky white thigh, above my black woollen stocking, the heat from them warming me more than I felt, and when he turned around to toss my knickers into his car, I could not resist reaching down to feel them and marvel at their softness.He turned to face me as my fingers touched him, a.