When Ralph whacked at my masculine hair at "Bob's Chop Shop", theonly intimacy we ever shared was Ralph's foul breath which I was exposedto as he trim...med my nose hairs.Before a perm rod was ever installed, I had been appraised of eachintimate detail of Max's initiation into the world of tampons andmenstrual periods.At first I was somewhat shocked by his recitation of girlish delightsand manly humiliations. But then it hit me. He was not talking justabout himself. He was describing my feminine. The fighting’s getting worse. That whole thing with sparing Tilly, I’d hoped it’d calm him down and get him to back off, but...”“He is angry, Jack. Angry to the core of his being. And perhaps, no longer reasonable.”“I know that feeling.”“Do not we all.” She grinned and kissed him again. “I will do what I can. With emotions as the bait, perhaps I will be able to have the two dogs chasing it easily enough. I will need ... two weeks. Do you believe you can keep their turf war managed until. From my new vantage point I could see under the edge of the crop top that she didn't have a bra on. Her nipples were clearly visible through the top and now I could see the bare underside of her breasts. I couldn't remember ever seeing much skin on her let alone her tits, not even cleavage. Something was different tonight and I was looking forward to seeing where this would lead.I opened the passenger door to my truck for her and made sure she got in safely. She wasn't drunk, but she was tipsy.. When she saw that Sam's ass cheeks were beginning to relax, she began to run her fingers, between the cheeks, and finally between covered folds of her friends, already dampened pussy."Sam," Tammy said gently, "I'm going to take down your panties, and then I'm going to begin, but, I want you to promise me, if this becomes too much, and you can't take anymore, I want you to say 'shoes'."Sam turned her head and faced Tammy, with an extreme look of confusion on her face."It's a safe word," Tammy.