" Taking her hand, I lead her briskly through the train carriages and she picks up her bag on the way and we head to my room. She blocks the way to th...e lock standing against the door looking up at me. Batting her eyelashes, her lips lightly pursed toying with me, "I don't have to come in if you don't want." I very slowly place my hands on her slim sides and kiss her hard feeling her hands instantly reaching up around my neck pulling me close as I press her up against the door. Her sensuous. It ain’t the screwin. Hell, Ah luvs that. It’s actin more pure than Ah really is.The second time he took me way inter town tew McDonalds Ah tole him to stop by the loggin road on the way back. That’s a real good place to park yer truck and git in the back and go at it. Binn there plenty of times with plenty of guys.Now Ah got real nice big tits and thets gotten me lots of tention since they sprouted. Ah got real good at titty fucks if’n Ah couldn’t screw or didn’t really like the guy enough to. Erica and I went to the orientation for the new class. Wow, I don't want to say what it is yet, but Erica was right, it looks like a ton of fun. We were told that most people signing up either did as a single expecting the instructors to pair them up or full teams. Technically two people isn't a full team, but after a consultation with the Confederacy they decided to leave us alone and not add anyone. We did have our first class and it's a bit awkward with two people but Erica and I worked out. ‘Sorry, though, talking about all this stuff, you know… Wiebke and I have to get back to our room.’ They leered at each other and made a hasty exit. Some weeks later, Jones, my 42-year old secretary brought in my mail. ‘I tossed out the obvious junk, but this one was mailed First Class to you, with a real cover letter, so I left it in with the business stuff.’ She pointed out an envelope packet from the ‘Master of Social Expression’ course in Marin. Everything about it seemed so typical of the.