One thing that Jim did was make me get horny when he did things with Wendy. I remember feeling a bit left out the first time he touched her, thinking ...of him as my own private property. It's weird how possessive a person can feel when the emotion of love is experienced.There was an old saying, and Sting put it into a song. "If you love someone, set them free." All grammatical problems with that expression aside, I realized that I should give Jim his freedom to at least play around, but in. Perhaps today? I was thinking that out as we ate; I didn't want to stress her new organ with more solid food - we were eating light cereal and milk, and when my thoughts churned into a decision, I placed a call to a friend of mine in the Clinic.What I had decided was something of an unconventional procedure for her. It would been that thousands of my credits that I'd already spent on her would be washed down the drain, but I had decided that she would get a complete work-over - from. He had a good time exploring the most intimate part of my body. But I could tell from the look on his face that he couldn't believe that I was permitting him to do the things that he was doing.He didn't question his good luck though. Nor did he question it. He continued to expose me and play with my pussy, with an appreciative audience, all the way to my stop. I got off the bus at the transfer point. I was dismayed when both men followed me off.I stood there, with my tiny skirt blowing up in. They got up to the top all right about mid afternoon. Scooter was still getting along but she could feel that her knees were on the verge of giving her trouble, although she'd hiked many days and many miles with them feeling worse. That seemed to indicate that her suspicion of last spring that the dry climate would help her knees had held some water, but was not a cure-all. Long distance hiking was probably now a thing of the past, she had to admit; her life had taken her in a different.