Jodie surprised me by walking up to me and she placed her arms around my body. She drew me closer to her to where I could feel her perky tits pressed ...up against my chest. She brought her lips to my lips and kissed me. She moved her mouth close to my right ear. "I'm all yours for twenty-four hours," she whispered then gave my left earlobe a light nibble. "All mind for twenty-four hours?" I said not sure I understood her correctly. Or at least I wanted to make sure what I thought she meant was. One thing I have learned though, is to be careful not to jump to the conclusion that an injured concubine was injured by her sponsor. After all one of the major problems we've faced is getting the women to adjust to living in a poly amorous situation.Altogether too many of them are looking to be the top bitch in the pack, so to speak. That of course leads to them using violence to eliminate (or attempt to eliminate) their rivals. So far I haven't seen any thing of that nature on this trip. But. I tried to memorize every detail as we walked, almost floating, back to her room. Her soft hair shining in the light, her smell and hand pulling me after her down the hallway into her room. Turning to face me, our lips met again, her hand sliding down my chest to my belt. Undoing my pants, she pulled them down enough for them to drop, and I stepped out of them. Still in my black boxers, I reached down, feeling a courage that I had never really had before, I grasped her dress and pulled it. However, he could tell what Roger was doing, he was not a fool. Secretly he was beginning to wish it was him doing it to her. He knew it was wrong but Brooke was beautiful. She had her mother’s look, actions, and movements, just without her mother’s big tits. He also got to watch Beth, his youngest. She had grown up under his watchful eyes. She was very much her mother’s child. She had become a sexy woman, in every way. She was the best looking of the too but she was still young and sometimes.