We separate from our intense French kissing and I ask, “Are you ready to go out?” Deb replies, “Yes I am. There is a car park not far from here.... I will direct you”. We get into the car and Deb guides me through the town and we arrive just after dark. There are several cars there and in the shadows we see men and women walking about or in small groups by a car here and there. We find an area where we can park and not be too close to the others but close enough where we can keep an eye on things.. .. both of us breathless.... our bodies slapping together... our ragged breathing, the grunts and moans of pleasure, our wet, sloshy suction sounds as you slide in and out of me echoing against the walls of the bathhouse... you lean forward to kiss me, muffling our moans. I feel almost drunk, so oblivious to anything else besides the sounds and the feelings I'm experiencing. I feel you pick me up and carry me into the shower, adjusting the water temperature a little before pinning me against. Malinda's eyes blazed and suddenly he felt a wave of almost overwhelming lust for his lover's sister sweep over him."Oh, yes," he gasped. "That's it." Malinda!" Melody exclaimed sharply."No, love. That's exactly what I wanted," he panted. "I just wish I'd, ah, adjusted myself before I started playing this game."Now, Malinda," he said looking at her. "Close your eyes. Look inside of yourself until you can feel where this is coming from. Can you feel it?" Malinda bit her lip and nodded slightly.. In order to explain this conflict, I have to go back about five years. I was in a program to help me learn about my bi polar side of my problems and met a lovely lady whom for the sake of this story I will call Pam. Pam was short and skinny approximately 5 feet tall and 100 pounds soaking wet. Pam is very sick mentally tho she is working to control her illness. Now normally I’m a very cautions person but when I saw Pam moving into her apartment I noticed she had only the help of an old lady who.