Sarah would snuggle against Star when it was time to bed down for the night but noticed strange people showing up. They take the hand of a male or fem...ale hippie and walk with them into the dim lit park. The hippie, maybe twenty minutes late would stumble back with a bag of pot or a couple hits of LSD. Sarah began to wonder who these strange people were… Sarah shivered gently, remembering those cool nights with the Hippie Commune. Those strange people and now she knew who and what they were. She. God, the fantasies he'd had featuring her since she'd moved in. He couldn't remember a time when he'd wanted another woman more. From his bedroom window, he had a perfect view into her bedroom. Unfortunately, she was good at closing her curtains all the way and he'd never even seen a glimpse of her. And by God he'd tried. Holding Christine's hips as he guided her up the stairs to his bedroom, he pictured Sarah, alone in her room. She's just stepped out of a hot shower, her skin and hair. 'Well, it's quite simple, really, ' says the seller, 'whenever the Bike is outside and it's gonna rain, rub Vaseline on the chrome. It Protects it from the rain.'And he hands Joe a jar of Vaseline.That night, his girlfriend, Sandra, invites him over to meet her Parents. Naturally, they take the bike there.But just before they enter the house, Sandra stops him and says, 'I have to tell you something about my family before we go in.''When we eat dinner, we don't talk. In fact, the first person. As often as I had been in her lingerie drawers, I had never actually seen all she had, so, as long as I had the house to myself, decided to get a good look at what this sultry mature woman had. To my delight, I found bras, slips, panties, garter belts, hosiery and nightgowns of every colour and style. One drawer contained only girdles and corsets. These interested me as I speculated about how she looked wearing them. My erection was throbbing, and my impulse was to masturbate with something out.