Sarah asked Janie to step over to them and showed her how to d**** herself forward over them. Janie's waist folded over neatly and she found that she ...could grasp the further bar quite comfortably."Now Roger, adjust your wife's legs and lift up her skirt." Sarah instructed him.As he did so, Janie's vagina came into view. Janie had been advised by Sarah not to wear knickers for her visit and to wear the kind of skirt that could be flicked up over her waist. Roger revealed his wife's lovely rear. His preference for old country songs had been a source of amusement in his squad and the platoon. He'd learned to tolerate rap, death metal, and everything in between, but still loved the simple honesty of the music that had been his only source of entertainment as a boy.Levall, Texas, his next destination, was some six hundred miles to the south. The terrain after Denver was mostly flat and reminded him of home. Funny how it had taken leaving, he thought, to realize that Fort Stockton and West. One hand goes up to her stomach and explores her. I brush my hand, pressing into her and feeling the side of her breasts. Her breasts are large and feel the heat from them even through her bra. I undo the first top buttons of her blouse and see her cleavage. I can tell she is enjoying my touching as she vibrates on me. She continues to play with Marcy’s vibrator, never letting go of her with her eyes.Marcy mimics Layla and takes her jacket off as well. She keeps her back to the wall and throws. Nor, for that matter, does she. Even though such a non sequitur as his unplugging and waxing suddenly athletic has no place, and certainly no equivalent, in all her paperback romance experience.She wonders if, perhaps, she should join him.No.She thinks not. Monkey see, monkey do is not good form for an ingenue such as herself.Rather, she will leave him to his laps, leave him with her image, the one he had the hots for minutes ago.On balance, she is rather pleased with the situation, pleased.