But those were normal reactions. The female warrior and her b**st and daughter. Now, as Alex walk alongside me with b**st on the other side, not only ...naked like me but now equally armed including the gun on her naked thigh, there was a new reaction. But mostly, it was excitement. Clearly a new stage for Alex and there seemed some measure of pride that a female of their kind could measure up to me. We had our meeting with the leader. I sought his council on a matter that had me wondering about. Franc saw the hitchhiker again when he came back to William Flynn highway. She was still there, same pose with her thumb pointing behind herself. "Since it's my lucky day, I'll make it your lucky day," Franc told himself. He pulled over and stopped his car on the paved shoulder. He saw from the mirror she was joking from behind, carrying a big bag."Where're you going?" Franc asked, after the glass on the passenger side window was wound down."New York City," she said, "Where're you going?" A. Terry explained, "Danny doesn't have an artistic bone in his body. We'll use templates and an air brush to get my costume straight." Terry thought a minute. Mom, will you please help him if he has trouble when he starts to paint my coochie?" Your what? Did you say coochie?" Dotty wondered if her daughter had a speech impediment."Well, I was afraid you'd freak out if I mentioned Danny and my clean shaved pussy in the same sentence. I thought 'coochie' would lessen the impact."Thanks, but I'll. No thinking...just needing and feeling what you're doing to me...every stroke, every thrust, the way you hold my hips, the way you pull meinto you every time you thrust forward, the feel of your hands pulling,pushing and squeezing, the throb in my nipples from touching the bed asevery thrust makes my breasts swing, hearing sounds and realizing theyare half yours and half mine, wordless moans that are somehow in synclike one needy animal desperate for what it wants... I can't imagineanything.