"Yes, I know." Her coat was open and out of the corner of my eye I couldsee the smooth skin of her legs, the thrust of her breasts behind hercheerlead...er's sweater. I swung the car into the back entrance of a motelparking lot and pulled into a far corner, away from any other cars. "You remember what a safe word is?" I asked her."It's a word we use in BDSM to mean, 'Stop! I'm in trouble,' or 'I don?twant this,' or 'I don?t like what you're doing to me.' Remember? I told youabout them, and I told. Good," he panted as Cathleen worked him. At the sametime, she was working herself, too with her left hand working her ownclit and sex - soaking wet.It was becoming too much for him as the pleasure of the orgasm built.Cathleen used her mouth like only a woman knows how to do to anotherwoman. She had most of her finger worked in - sliding erotically in andout."I... AM... HEATHER," Heather suddenly exclaimed! "I am Heather!... Iam Heather!" The building orgasm enveloping her."I... am... a.... When we got to the back I realized that the yard sloped gently upward in the corner bordering our yard, and at one point came within three feet of the top of our fence. He’d evidently been working there recently because a new plant with the nursery tag still attached was surrounded by fresh dirt. I looked around, shading my eyes from the afternoon sun, and realized with a shock that from where we stood you could see through a gap in the trees to our deck. I could even see the chaise longue. " Tami's a journalist. She has to respect the truth."Tami gave me a half-smile and nodded. Alana was dressed in very short cut-offs and a midriff blouse sort of thing that would have put Daisy Duke to shame. The original with what's-her-name, not the Jessica Simpson rip-off.Alana gave me the biggest smile. "You say the sweetest things." I, too, respect the truth." Pompous, but, oh well. I wondered if Alana was sending me a signal. I might be only a sophomore and she graduated, but I did play.