The Secrets of Liberty Mountain - Chapters 1 -30

Copyright 2018 by Nathan Wolf

Author's Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is too weird for words and 100% purely coincidental.

Chapter 1

I stuffed my last cardboard box of personal belongings into the cargo hold of my girlfriend's Toyota Rav4, jumped into the passenger seat, and waited while she fussed over a map with directions to our new home. Darlene was like that - a stickler for details. She flipped her shoulder length hair out of her eyes for the umpteenth time and squinted to read the tiny print. Mapmakers tended to hide the most critical information in the smallest print known to man.

Finally finished, she turned to me and smiled. "Let's go!" She put the Rav into drive, and we started on our way. We were going to start a new life off the grid.

Darlene was a smart, feisty petite brown-haired woman, just under five feet five inches tall, with small breasts, shoulder length hair, and a freckled baby face.

Darlene and I moved in together to save money when my landlord evicted me from my apartment for nonpayment of rent. We believed that two could live as cheaply as one. We were right, but only for half as long.

We met at a local tavern where we developed an unlikely May-December relationship. She played the part of May at the youthful age of 35 years. I fulfilled the role of December at the tender age of 60-mumble.

Through the process of elimination, we had become drinking buddies at our local tavern. I'm not sure "buddies" is the correct word. More often than not, we were the last people still standing when the barkeep bellowed out, "Last call for alcohol!"

Initially, geography was our common bond. The tavern, built in the 1890s, featured a Walnut and Mahogany bar with an odd little 'L' shaped hook at the far corner of the saloon. The bar and a back wall of brick formed a naturally cozy little alcove large enough to accommodate three bar stools.

According to local legend, the original owner ordered the hook's construction to allow him to observe activities of untrustworthy bartenders behind the bar while also keeping an eye on equally untrustworthy patrons. The voyeur and hermit in me loved the location, and I had it all to myself for several months until the day Darlene arrived. She also loved the strategic location.

At first I was annoyed at the invasion of my secret space. After awhile I looked forward to her company. Like commuters sharing an across town bus, we got used to each other's presence on the installment plan. Familiarity grew comfortable and gave way to conversation as we observed the ebb and flow of tavern life.

It all started with casual flirting. She flirted. I was casual.

Hell, she flirted with everyone: Men, women, and even the bartender's mangy tomcat. While I enjoyed the sometimes risqué banter, I never considered Darlene as potential girlfriend material. She was a young vixen, and I was an old wolf. I amused myself trying to sneak a peek down her blouse or up her skirt when I thought she wouldn't notice.

One Friday night the stars governing our relationship aligned like the bars on a slot machine. Heads turned as Darlene strutted into the tavern in a blur of legs, cleavage, and the predatory smile of a fox. Her outfit left little to the imagination. Her mini-dress must have been a belt in a previous life, and her tissue thin blouse was unbuttoned down to her navel. She wore no bra.

"That's a nice outfit you are almost wearing," I did a double take when she hopped up on the barstool next to mine.

"Panties optional dress code?" I nodded as I filed that image into my long-term memory vault.

"Like it? I'm going to get laid tonight. One of these stud-muffins is going home with me," she chuckled with a little shiver and scanned the bar for targets of opportunity. I grimaced, envy flavored a bit oddly by jealousy. What a curious blend of emotions for a virtual stranger.

I did an inventory of my own.

Most of the men in the tavern looked like drop-outs from Blubber Buddies or some such weight watching group. I had recently gone from 215 to 185 pounds. I felt authorized to gloat.

Wives or girlfriends escorted most of the men. Boyfriends escorted a few others. Darlene's field of viable targets was limited unless she lowered her standards or went in for a threesome.

I pitied the lucky guy who won Darlene's attention. She had the uncanny ability to read people like a book and play them like a deck of cards.

"Compliments of the house," Our curious barkeep did a visual inventory of his own as he set a beautifully mixed and handcrafted White Russian in front of Darlene.

She took a small sip and savored it like a gourmet, "Perfect!" tilted her head back and wolfed it down in one long gulp. Yikes! Talk about power drinking.

Darlene hopped down from her seat, and like Alexander the Great, set out to conquer the known world.

I had to admire her style. She was the Alpha-Fox loose in the hen house, radiating sexual availability like a neon sign in the night. Darlene was in a class by herself, and that was a problem. She sparkled like a diamond in a coal bin and scared the shit out of the men she approached. If anything, she was too beautiful and too self-assured. The men she flirted with as she worked her way around the tavern were flattered, flustered, and fearful of her attention. None of them dared to take the bait.

After ten or fifteen minutes of flagrantly flirting Darlene returned to her seat to regroup and refuel. Our bartender presented her with another complimentary White Russian as his sacrifice to the Gods of Wishful Thinking.

"Thank you so much. You are such a sweetheart. Can I have another one to keep this one company," Darlene touched his hand, and if her smile had been any warmer, the barkeep would have erupted into flame.

A few moments later, our generous drink master returned with three tall White Russians. "One is for you and the other two are honor guards for the dead soldiers," he pointed to the two empty glasses.

"I love this drink," she inhaled the beverage, chugging it down in one long gulp. I raised one eyebrow in puzzlement. How can anyone love a drink without taking the time to appreciate the subtle by-play of flavors?

Thirst quenched for the moment, Darlene resumed her quest for tonight's bed partner. Her second expedition of seduction ended in bewildered frustration.

"What the fucking hell? I usually have to beat men off with a stick," shaking her head in disgust, she demolished another White Russian.

"Maybe you should offer to beat them off with a stick, you know, fifty shades of kinky?" Darlene gave me a hard look. She was not amused.

"Why? Do you want to get beat off with a stick?" she smiled before dispatching the last White Russian.

"Hell no! I hate splinters." I said.

"He shoots. He scores!" Darlene laughed as she raised her index finger and traced a point on the invisible blackboard in the air. "Nice one."

I shrugged my shoulders. I could feel the rising heat of a blush. I squirmed in my seat under her gaze.

As Darlene studied me, her dark look of frustration gradually brightened, and her eyes sparkled as her grim expression transformed into the predatory smile of a fox.

"I'm as horney as hell. Wanna fuck?" she leaned into me until our noses touched while her hand moved to my knee and slowly slid along the inside of my leg.

I answered by placing my hand on her knee and mirrored her journey of exploration.

"Your place or mine?" I whispered. It was as cliché as shit, but I couldn't help myself.

What could I say? She had just made me an offer I couldn't refuse.

Thus began our May-December love affair.

We became romantically involved as much out of laziness as out of lust. Neither of us cared to invest the necessary time to search for the perfect partner, so we settled for close enough for right now. After we moved in together, I would joke that I was 'robbing the cradle' when I took her to bed. She would always laugh and respond, "I guess that would make me a grave robber."

A few things attracted me to Darlene. The first was her personality. She was so easy going that I once tried to give her the nickname, Lake Placid. Still waters run deep, and it didn't end well.

"Okay Dennis, that was a twofer," the book she was reading sailed across the room, missing my head by less than an inch.

"Watch it you nearly hit me! What the hell is a twofer?"

"A twofer is the first and last time something happens. I hate nicknames. Why the fuck would I want to be named after a stagnant pond?" Her smile was a weird combo of mischief and annoyance. I took pet names off my to-do-list.

The other thing was her attitude toward sex. Everyone needs a hobby and sex was her diversion from work. She collected orgasms like some folks collected postage stamps.

After a few months together, the real-estate development company in which Darlene had invested fifteen years of her life went belly-up, and then her last two paychecks bounced. The rubber checks set up a cascading overdraft chain reaction.

Darlene's rent check went south, along with about 25 or 30 personal checks and ATM transactions; each bad check racked up a $35 bank charge, $25-30 in returned check merchant fees, and her account soon was bleeding red ink by several thousand dollars. The certified letter ordering our eviction was the last straw. Our financial camel lay mortally wounded, it's back Wroke beyond repair. We needed a new place to live, and we needed it fast.

We crisscrossed Denver and the surrounding suburbs chasing every "For Rent" sign we could find. We always came up a day late or a dollar short.

"Well, if you hear anything, please give me a call. Thank you," Darlene frowned as she hung up the phone. She looked at me, turned slightly and studied the calendar hanging on the refrigerator door, looked back into my eyes.

"That was our last best lead, we're screwed," Darlene slumped in her chair.

We sat across from each other at the kitchen table as, like an unwanted house guest, a shroud of gloom settled over the room. Out of options, we ran out of time. Eviction day was less than 72 hours away.

Darlene's posture suddenly changed as she sat upright in her chair as the corner of her mouth turned upwards, and a smile lit up her eyes. "Damn, can't believe I forgot 'em," she slapped the palm of her hand on the table and let out a laugh.

"Dennis, how would you like to live on a commune?"

"Huh?"What kinda random question is this and where is it going? Darlene's exotic view of life trended toward the spiritual rather than the religious. I braced myself for her answer, "What kind of Hippy Village are we talking about?"

"Hippy? I'm not talking about Woodstock, my love. My friends from college are living in an off the grid cabin in the Rockies. They owe me some money, maybe we can stay with them."

"What's their address?" If you learn where someone lives, you can start to make good guesses as to their culture.

"Honey, they don't have an address, and they're not on a road," Darlene moved to the living room sofa, and I followed.

"How far are they from the road?" This was getting interesting. The closer to the road, the more connected they were too conventional reality. I had visited many communes in my younger days, and everyone had a personality ranging from boring to batshit crazy. We sat together on the couch.

"Fifty miles give or take," she leaned into me as she sat next to me.

"We've been friends for over fifteen years. We were friends back in college."

"What kind of friends?" if they had been living off the grid for 15-years this group had something going for it

"You know, friends who help friends. Anyway, they are heavy duty into the survivalist movement. They might let us stay with them." Any group holding its own for fifteen years might be an answer to our current housing crisis, it depended on the depth of the batshit. Too deep would be too weird.

"Okay, you've got my attention," I gave her a kiss, "Tell me everything you know. Who are these guys?"

We talked until there was no more to say, "Stay or go. Your choice. Do you want to give them a try - at least for a few weeks?" Darlene asked.

Living as amateur survivalists, her friends occupied an off-the-grid cabin located somewhere in the Rocky Mountains about 250 miles west of Denver.

The more I thought about it, the better it sounded. Living off the grid far from civilization was an attractive alternative to living in a cardboard box behind a Safeway Supermarket. Besides, I liked the high country, and I had made several hiking trips into the mountains while stationed at Lowry Air Force Base prior to shipping out for an all-expense paid tour of Vietnam.

"Hum, I'm in. Let's see if your friends will let us stay with them," I watched and listened as she dictated a text message requesting sanctuary for us, and shared her joy when she received an affirmative response a few minutes later.

"Heigh-ho, Heigh-ho, It's off the grid we go," I sang, and Darlene joined in with a verse of her own, "Heigh-ho, Heigh-ho, off with clothes we go," as she turned the dwarf song into a stripper-gram for two.

More efficient than artful, she had me barefoot from my toes to my chin within a minute.

Naked and laughing we sealed the deal by morning with a wild session of lovemaking. We were going to make a new life for ourselves. We were going off the grid.

The next two days passed in a blur as we raced to pack what we needed for our new lives. Our Rav4 got a new set of off road tires along with a complete tune up and oil change. We sold everything we couldn't take with us. What we couldn't sell, we gave away. We were done with Denver.

We departed a few hours after sunrise and followed US-70 out of Denver. Within an hour we were up into the mountains, and four hours after that we hit the town of Rifle and broke for lunch. I asked Darlene to stop at the local Smoke Shop. I had learned that our new home wasn't only remote; it was in the middle of fucking nowhere. The idea of running out of cigarettes a million miles from resupply was frightening.

I assumed our new off-the-grid home had some power, so I purchased an electric rolling machine. I then covered my bet; I bought two hand-powered rolling machines just to be safe. I then cleaned the shop out of their inventory of Zen rolling papers (three cases), along with 60 pounds of tobacco, two hundred cheap disposable lighters, and five tobacco pipes.

Darlene stood next to me as the cashier rang up the largest single purchase in the shop's history.

"Are you out of your mind? Who spends that kind of money on cigarettes? Seriously, we're broke and almost homeless," she shook her head.

"Sweetheart, my VA check is a direct deposit and it just my account. Where we're going, money ain't going to be of much use, so, why not," I added another handful of Bic lighters to the pile of merchandise. The total bill of $1,647.28 wiped out half my available cash.

The Zen cigarette tubes and 60 lbs. of tobacco were too bulky to fit in the Rav's cargo bay, so I ended up securing my newly acquired stash to the vehicle's roof. I wrapped everything up in a tarp and triple tied it down with rope and bungee cords. The car looked like a band of gypsies owned it by the time I finished.

We turned north on Route 13, passed the town of Meeker two hours later, and we turned onto a winding dirt road leading up into the mountains. About 45 minutes later Darlene announced, 'It won't be long now' for the twentieth time.

Darlene was a bright young lady. She had programmed a series of waypoints her friends had emailed her into her vehicle's GPS system. We followed the dirt road through a thick pine forest until the road devolved into not much more than a poorly marked trail. The trail shrunk down to a path as we continued onward, our path soon became nothing more than a series of GPS waypoints connected by miles of barren rock as we climbed above the tree line.

I asked Darlene after an hour of driving ever deeper into the mountain wilderness, "How long is not long?"

"We should be there within the hour," Darlene answered.

"Christ Almighty! Your friends aren't only off the grid; they're off the fucking map. Do you have any idea of where we really are?" I complained.

Darlene just shrugged her shoulders, smiled, and kept driving.

Our Rav4 reached a ridge crest, which afforded us with a splendid view of a long, thin U-shaped valley nestled between two towering mountain ranges an hour later. We could see a building almost lost in the distance at the far end of the vale.

The structure was considerably larger than it had seemed from the ridge as we approached the dwelling. The rustic cabin looked like it was growing out of the side of the mountain upon closer examination. It was as much a log mansion as it was a log cabin. Solar panels covered the south facing steel roof, and a farmer's porch wrapped around three sides of the cabin. Buck Rogers meets Davy Crockett.

The sun had disappeared behind the snow-capped mountains. Night and the thermometer were both falling fast by the time we rolled to a stop in front of the cabin. A welcoming committee of at least a dozen women had gathered on the porch. They erupted in shouts of joy and hand waves when Darlene emerged from the vehicle. The boisterous welcome turned to silence when I stepped out of the car. It was as if someone had pulled the plug on the PA system.

Chapter 2

Darlene stepped around the front bumper and gave me a hug as she whispered "Did I mention that this is a lesbian survival commune?" in my ear.

"You forgot to share that little detail with me. What the fuck are we going to do now?" I whispered back.

Darlene was like that. She tended to skimp on the details and fill the void in with trivia or useless information. Darleen held my hand as we broke from our embrace, and spoke to the assembled women on the porch, "I would like you to meet my lover, Dennis Richards, everyone. He's old, but he's a very nice guy once you have a chance to know him."

An older woman, who appeared to be the group's leader, stepped forward and said, "I'm Lisa Carson, Mr. Richards. Please come inside. I think we need to have a talk." I had the same, uneasy "Oh crap! Now, what?" feeling that I used to have when I got summoned to the Principal's office as a kid.

Lisa turned on her heels, walked inside, and the rest of us followed her into the cabin's great room. If the cabin had looked large from the outside, it looked like it went on forever standing in the middle of the hall. It was enormous. A massive free standing stone fireplace dominated the center of the room, and a blazing fire radiated heat and light in all directions.

A cathedral ceiling towered over the open space, and a rustic balcony ringed the wall on all sides at the second story level. Thousands of LED icicle lights hung from the balcony railings and stairways. A soft, comforting glow bathed the room.

Lisa directed us to follow her to her office upstairs. She stood about 5'6" and was a good-looking woman about my age. Streaks of red highlighted her closely cropped brunette hair, and she appeared to be in excellent physical condition. Her skin had the bronze tan of someone who was no stranger to hard outdoor work. Her face was more attractive than beautiful. She was wearing faded work jeans and a low cut wool sweater, which allowed an excellent view of well-tanned medium-sized breasts and ample cleavage.

Lisa's office featured a large oaken desk and a stone fireplace. A picture window filled one wall with a breathtaking view of the frosted mountains painted silver in the light of a nearly full moon. A floor to ceiling bookcase crammed with books covered the opposite wall. There were several oriental rugs scattered about on the wood floor

"Make yourselves comfortable, I'll be right back," Lisa made a quick exit through a side door.

Lisa's abrupt departure startled me. Something was brewing, and I wasn't sure I cared for the flavor. Darlene and I took a seat on a small sofa in front of a coffee table and exchanged worried glances while we waited.

I leaned close to her ear and whispered, "What the hell is going on? This ain't the warm and fuzzy welcome we expected."

"I know. Seriously, I don't understand. I told Lisa's assistant that you were coming with me, and she said, 'Great, the more, the merrier."

We could hear the muffled voices, but not the words, of two women engaged in a heated discussion in the next room. The conversation ended abruptly, and a moment later Lisa entered the office with another woman in tow.

"Your presence here presents us with something of a problem, Mr. Richards. Darlene sent us a text message to our satellite phone. She told us she was bringing her lover 'Denise' with her. It was on that basis that we gave our permission for you to join our family of sisters," Lisa crossed her arms and studied us closely.

Darlene let out a little gasp just before she burst out laughing. "Fucking auto-correct will get you every time. I dictated that message on my iPhone, and I never caught the error when it changed Dennis to Denise," Darlene said.

Oh, damn! Talk about getting off on the wrong foot. We were at the intersection of Colossal and Fuck Up.

It took Lisa only a moment to absorb the implications of Darlene's unintended error. There was no conspiracy at work here; just faulty technology.

"Error or not, Mr. Richards' presence in our family of sisters might produce, er, unwanted sexual tension, that kind of stress can be bad for families," Lisa explained as she took a seat across from us.

"Seriously? You're all lesbians, how can an old fart like me produce any sexual tension?" I protested.

"There are capital-L Lesbians, and there are lower case-l lesbians, Mr. Richards, and then there are those who might want to find pleasure from a man out of mischief or mere curiosity. The fact that you're old makes you seem harmless, but I know better. You're not as safe as you appear. You have already seduced one of our first lesbian sisters and convinced her to take you on as a lover," Lisa answered as she glanced over at Darlene.

I also gave Darlene an inquiring glance of my own. I had suspected, but never known for sure that my lady love walked both sides of the street.

Lisa leaned forward and looked directly into Darlene's eyes, "Since we're already on the subject, why on earth did you pick such an old guy for a lover in the first place? My God girl, he's old enough to be your father or even your grandfather."

Darlene laughed, "Everyone wants to know about our May-December relationship. I picked Dennis because he's low maintenance, easy to be with, and treats me with respect. He's a fantastic lover and knows how to make a woman happy. His tongue is very talented."

Lisa looked over at me and raised a questioning eyebrow. I just smiled back and shrugged as the 'talented tongue' comment seemed to hang in the air forever.

Lisa let the silence stretch out a bit, and then leaned across the coffee table, took Darlene's right hand in her own, and asked, "Tell me, dear sister, is his penis as talented as his tongue?"

I shifted in my seat and struggled to keep a neutral expression as the two women discussed my sexual performance. I couldn't imagine a more awkward conversation.

Darlene looked surprised at Lisa's question, and then looked thoughtful. She told Lisa after several moments of reflection, "His penis is untrained, and it doesn't work nearly as well as his tongue. Sometimes my lover can't get it up or keep it up. Other times his pecker has a mind of its own. He often suffers from premature ejaculation when he finally does get an erection."

Lisa glanced over at me and raised another questioning eyebrow. I just blushed, shrugged, and did my best to sink out of sight in the sofa. I tried to avoid any response that might extend discussion further. Darlene had a tendency to overshare information.

Lisa turned toward her companion, "Will you please show Darlene to her room and round up a few of the sisters to help unpack their vehicle, Lucia? I need to spend a few minutes to bring Dennis up to speed on the ground rules for our colony. Please let the kitchen crew and the others know that we may be a little late for dinner."

With a quick kiss on my lips, Darlene rose and give Lisa a slightly longer kiss as she followed Lucia out of the room.

As the door closed, Lisa stood and beckoned me to follow her, "Let's adjourn to the next room where we can be more comfortable. We've got a lot to talk about."

There was no doubt about it, I was a stranger in a very strange land.

Chapter 3

The 'next room' turned out to be the bedroom Lisa shared with her partner, Lucia. The walls were hand hewn pine planks decked out with bookcases and several very well done nude watercolor portraits of women.

A queen-sized four-poster bed covered with a beautiful handmade quilt took up one wall, and a rustic looking nightstand with a large table lamp adorned with a stained glass shade provided most of the light in the room. The balance of the lighting came from a stone fireplace with several burning logs.

A huge bearskin spread out on the floor before the fire, along with several large throw pillows, offered comfortable seating. The room had an elegant, warm and cozy feel to it overall.

Lisa retrieved an amber colored bottle and two glasses from the bookshelf and sat down on the rug. She patted a spot next to her as she invited me to join her at the fireplace.

"Dennis, would you care to join me in a glass of home-brewed brandy?"

"Only if you make mine a double." I was tempted to ask for a triple, but I let it pass. A double would do for now.

Taking a seat on the rug next to Lisa, I made myself as comfortable as possible. I was no longer as flexible as I had been when I was younger. Moreover, sitting on the floor was hardly my preferred mode of relaxation.

I took a sip of the offered brandy. Oh my, God, it was as smooth as silk, and I could feel it filling me with a warm glow.

"Tell me Dennis, how comfortable are you with public displays of nudity?" Lisa asked as she took a sip of her brandy.

I nearly snorted the drink out of my nose as I coughed and choked in surprise. What the fuck kind of question was that?

"I don't have a problem with public nudity," I regained my composure. "I've visited plenty of nude beaches in my life."

"Did you get nude yourself or just visit as a voyeur?" Lisa inquired.

"I got as naked as everyone else. Why do you ask?" I responded.

"Because our dress code most assuredly is clothing optional when we're in the cabin. Most of us go skyclad when we aren't working or cooking, or if safety requires we remain covered up. I'm glad that you're comfortable with this," Lisa said, as she pulled her sweater over her head and exposed her braless chest.

I used to think I was pretty jaded and nothing would surprise me. Wrong. What do you say to a naked lady? I felt like I was playing a bit part on candid camera.

Neatly folding her garment, she rose to her knees, unbuckled her jeans, and slid them down to her ankles. My eyes widened in surprise, Lisa wore no underwear, and her naked body showed no trace of tan lines. My head was spinning. Seriously, the same dizzy feeling I had when standing at the edge of a cliff swept over me in a wave of cultural vertigo as I struggled to keep my mental balance. The normal social landmarks outlining the boundaries of acceptable behavior were either missing or obscured in this strange new world.

Lisa folded her jeans, placed them on top of her sweater, leaned back on the pillow behind her, and closed her eyes, "Ahh, that feels much more comfortable. I'm almost getting to the point where I hate wearing clothing," she said with a deep sigh.

I took the opportunity to examine Lisa's exposed body as she lay naked next to me. I was trying to engrave this moment in my memory for later replay. Maybe it will make more sense the second time around. Her breasts were still pretty firm, and they showed few of the signs of aging or sagging, apart from a few stretch marks, which came along with advancing years. Lisa's nipples were about the size of the tip of my little finger, and her dark brown areolas were roughly the size of fifty-cent pieces. Her stomach was flat with just a few wrinkles above a thin patch of reddish-brown pubic hair. She was in better physical shape than most women half her age. Either that or she was a very high mileage thirty-year-old.

Lisa's face had the usual lines and weather worn creases of someone who spent most of their time outdoors, and there was only a slight hint of a double chin.

She opened her eyes and caught me studying her body, "Do I meet with your approval?" I was stone-cold busted.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare. I don't often find myself alone with a naked woman," I stammered.

"This whole thing is way too weird. Talk about being beyond my comfort zone; you're naked. Now you tell me there's an entire group of naked women just beyond this door," I looked around and waved my arms, "and then there's all this, this cabin in the middle of fucking nowhere. It's just everything. I don't mind being outside my zone, but I still need the time to process it," I said.

"Take this cabin, for example. It didn't grow here. It seems to be at least ten or fifteen years old, and it must have cost a fortune. What did you guys do? Win the lottery or something?" I said, waving my arms around the room.

"You're either a good guesser or a very lucky boy. That's exactly how this place came to be. Do you remember when everyone was freaking out over a $75 million jackpot that remained unclaimed for almost a year nearly 20 years ago? That was the sisters and me," Lisa said.

"It took us that long to set up a corporation to hold the ticket. We decided that we would fly under the radar. We didn't want the media attention, I'm sure you can understand." she patted my leg.

"How the hell did you build this structure? You needed some heavy equipment to put this place together, and there are no roads in or out of the valley?"

"We cut and milled all the wood we needed on site. A French Canadian Heavy Lift Helicopter Service brought in all the necessary equipment to complete this building and about a dozen utility structures. I'll give you and Darlene a tour of our Colony tomorrow," Lisa offered.

I numbly nodded 'yes' while reaching into my shirt pocket. I needed a smoke to calm my nerves.

With a pack of smokes in my hand, I asked, "Is it OK with you if I have a cigarette?"

"Shit! You've got cigarettes? I haven't had one in years," she took the pack from my hand and tapped two cigarettes out before setting the pack down next to her leg.

Lisa gave me one before rolling onto her stomach. Slightly spreading her legs for balance, she stretched forward and reached into the fireplace to find an unburned twig to use as a match to light her cigarette.

Her buttocks were on vivid display as she sprawled before me. Each rounded cheek was firm, compact, and well-tanned. Her small puckered brown anus was clearly visible in the valley between them just above the lips of her vagina. I could feel a stiffening in my shorts as my body responded to the vision before me.

I was going to have to get my aging and raging hormones in check if nudity was going to be the new normal. I had a hunch that sprouting a boner every time one of the women of the colony bent over wasn't going to cut the mustard.

I reached into my pocket, pulled out my Bic lighter, and lit my cigarette while Lisa worked to get her twig lit. I then tapped her on the leg and offered her my lighter.

Lisa relaxed against her pillow for the next few minutes and puffed away at her first cigarette in years. "Damn! I had forgotten how much I enjoyed a good smoke." She laughed and blew a perfect smoke ring and then another.

"Keep the pack; it's my treat. There are plenty more in the car," I watched the smoke rings until they dissolved in the air. I was impressed. Not many smokers could blow a quality smoke ring .

"Really? How much is plenty more?" Lisa asked.

"I brought enough tobacco to roll at least 24,000 cigarettes. That should last a few years," I told Lisa about my bulk tobacco purchase in Rifle, Colorado.

My eyes kept drifting back to Lisa's breasts and down to her pubic hair and vagina as we talked. I finally said, "I know that staring is rude, Lisa, but it's hard to keep my eyes away from your body. You're a very attractive woman." I felt my erection twitch.

"I noticed, but don't worry about it. I didn't give you much warning before changing into my birthday suit, and this was a test. I wanted to see how you would handle female nudity, and you did just fine. I'm frankly flattered when someone admires my body, even if it's a man. Just try not to drool," Lisa said with a grin as she glanced at my crotch.

"I understand the usual norms around social nudity, and it doesn't include unwanted sexual aggression. Just because a woman is naked doesn't give anyone permission to grope or fondle her. I get it," I rested my hand in my lap. Just to be on the safe side.

"That is almost a feminist viewpoint for a man. Maybe you'll be able to fit in here after all," Lisa stood up, stretched and stood on her tiptoes as circulation returned to her legs.

"I'm famished, and it's getting late, Dennis. Let's continue this conversation later, but we need to get downstairs before there's nothing left of dinner in the meantime," I gratefully took her hand as she helped me to my feet. I have the knees of a man twice my age.

Chapter 4

The dining area was located just off a large commercial kitchen at the far end of the great room. A supersized picnic table lined with benches provided more than enough seating capacity for the thirty-seven females who made the Colony their home. The table itself is a stunning thing of beauty. The tabletop surface consisted of wide pine planking sanded to a silky smooth sheen and then coated with dozens of layers of polyurethane.

I took a good hard look around as we descended the stairs. Designed to appear humble, at least from a distance, the cabin functioned as a state of the art survival factory with enough solar capacity on the roof to meet the needs of several large households. All the lighting in the cabin utilized LED bulbs. The thousands of icicle lights deployed around the great room drew less power than two or three 75-watt bulbs.

The air temperature in the hall hovered at a pleasant 75°F. Most of the sisters of the colony were gathered in animated conversation around the expansive dining table, which Lisa said doubled as a conference table for group meetings. They were all topless, and most were bottomless. Never before had I seen so much exposed female flesh in one place at one time.

In a daze, I tried to process a torrent of new information. I was kinda prepared for the sight before me thanks to Lisa's sudden introduction to public nudity. Nothing Darlene told me about this place prepared me for the strange reality of actually being here, however.

One of the women spotted us and shouted out a greeting to Lisa before we even descended a third of the way down the staircase. A naked Darlene waited for me with a hug by the time we reached the bottom of the stairs.

Darlene whispered in my ear as we embraced; "Give me a long, wet, sloppy kiss and play with my ass. I'll explain later."

I learned long ago that obedience is the best course of action when Darlene gives a command like that. We locked lips and traded spit in one of the most passionate kisses we shared in a long time. I ran my hands over her bare bottom and lovingly caressed her buttocks as I held her. Darlene let a low moan out. I cupped each cheek in the palms of my hand and jiggled them so much that she burst out laughing which ended in a loud 'yelp' when I gave a loud slap to one of her cheeks.

"What was that for?" she whispered.

"Payback for your excessively detailed account of my prick's sexual deficiencies," I whispered back.

Darlene giggled, gave me a quick kiss, took my hand, and then pulled me in the direction of the dining table as she said, "You've got to get some dinner before it's all gone. It's venison stew, and it is absolutely delicious."

Flavored with an assortment of tasty vegetables that I couldn't identify, the stew was thick, hearty, and spicy. Darlene was right. The taste was out-of-this-world delicious.

After allowing me a few minutes to eat, Darlene started to introduce me to each of the sisters.

Darlene possesses a natural ability to remember names. I, on the other hand, had already forgotten the name of the first woman by the time I had been introduced to the third sister.

I shook hands, made and kept eye contact (to avoid staring at their naked breasts), and repeated their names in a futile effort to drill each name into my memory as I met each member of the colony. Most of the women warmly responded to my introduction, but several were very reserved, if not hostile. A few of the sisters clearly had 'man issues,' most likely the result of some abusive male in their history.

I couldn't say that I blamed them. I could understand how my presence might be disquieting, to say the least, if I joined a remote all woman community to put the world of men behind me.

An attractive sandy blonde named Alice was the next to last woman I was introduced to. She was well-endowed, and a dark golden tan like the rest. I guessed her age to be about fifty, and stretch marks on her somewhat saggy breasts and her stomach suggested that she had given birth at least once in her life.

Alice seemed genuinely happy to meet me. She gave me a radiant smile and held onto my hand far longer than is customary. Alice turned to the young girl sitting next to her, and said, "This is my daughter, StarShine, and she's been living in the colony since she was three years old. You're the first man she's ever met. She just celebrated her 18th birthday two months ago."

I bowed and shook Star's hand as I wished her a belated birthday while doing my best to make and keep eye contact. Alice's daughter was drop dead gorgeous with small, perky breasts, and a slim elfin and athletic figure adorned in a beautiful amber tan. She had bright blue eyes and wore her waist length blond hair in a braid, which made her look like a young Scandinavian fashion model. She was, in a word, stunning.

I had a hunch that I wouldn't earn points from her mother if I started drooling over her nude daughter, so I kept my cool even as I felt the stirring of an erection. Thank the Lord I was still fully dressed.

Her mother must have been a mind reader. Alice took my hand and pulled me close and asked, "Why are you still dressed, Dennis? Why don't you strip down and make yourself comfortable?"

I noticed her question elicited a few murmurs of agreement, including a nod from Lisa, and an, "'I'll second that motion" from Darlene.

"Moved and seconded. All those in favor, please signify by saying Aye," Lisa announced in the voice of a true parliamentarian. A loud chorus of Ayes filled the hall.

Lisa then called for the 'No' vote: crickets. I half-heartedly raised my hand and quietly said, "No." My vote was as much a joke as an opinion.

Lisa smiled at me and said, "Hearing minimal opposition, I declare that the Ayes have it. Motion carries."

After a long pause, Lisa said, "OK, Dennis, you heard the vote. Now it's your turn."

Chapter 5

Stripping is going to be awkward. Getting naked in front of a group of nude women is the last thing I wanted to do, especially with a growing boner. Even so, I decided that I had no choice but to comply. Clearly, I would eventually have to join the optional clothing norm of the colony.

Taking a deep breath, I braced myself and unbuttoned my shirt, took it off, and laid it on the table. I then took my shoes and socks off and placed them next to my shirt. I undressed as slowly as possible trying to drag things out for as long as I could in hopes my erection would go down.

I undid my belt, unzipped my jeans, let them slide down to my ankles, and stepped out of my pants. I tossed them into the air with a flip of my foot, caught them with my free hand, folded my jeans, and laid them on the table.

I remembered how my mother always told me to wear clean underwear in the unlikely event that I had to go to the hospital. I prayed that there were no visible racing stripes marking me as I stood in my tighty-whities. A small but noticeable bulge was making a tent in my shorts. I could feel myself blushing as I noticed Alice and her daughter staring at me with interest. All the colony's sisters seemed to be paying close attention to developments in fact.

The attention on my private parts by so many women produced a chilling effect on me. A wave of apprehension spread across my body. Being naked was the ultimate in performance anxiety. I knew that my junk was about as average as you could get; my circumcised penis measured five and a quarter inches when fully erect and just under three inches when flaccid. If the girls expected a well-endowed porn star, I would not measure up.

I removed my t-shirt next, folded it, and placed it on top of my jeans. I stood dressed only in my underwear for a few moments as I worked up the nerve for the final act. I debated with myself; I had few choices; I could either chicken out, or I could drop my drawers.

Well, I would give them a show since they apparently wanted one. I slowly lowered my shorts and exposed a patch of light brown pubic hair. I paused and then turned away from the table and slowly slid my shorts to a half-mast position, leaving half my buttocks exposed. I slowly lowered them to my knees after another dramatic pause, and then let them drop to my ankles.

I turned around, faced the women, and proceeded to do an exaggerated bow from the waist with my arms spread wide. I heard Alice's daughter giggle. There was a smattering of happy laughter from the sisters. Thank God! My fear and stalling tactics worked, my erection subsided to the point where my prick was only semi-stiff, halfway between flaccid and hard.

"Well done and nicely played," Lisa said with a smile, as she gave me a thumbs up.

"I think this would be a good time for you to introduce yourself to our group, Dennis. Why don't you take a few minutes and tell us about yourself," Alice said.

"Thank you, Alice. That's an excellent suggestion. You have the floor, Dennis," Lisa said.

Chapter 6

The sisters' leader was testing me. Earlier she had wanted to know if nudity by the colony's women would 'bother' me. Now she was testing the sisters to find out if my nudity would bother them; quite clever actually.

I'd done my share of public speaking over the years, but it was different this time. There's a certain something about standing naked in front of an audience which compels honesty. I decided to give a very brief and unvarnished account of my life thus far. I stood in thought with my head bowed for several minutes.

Two things worked for me during this interlude; the first was an old showman's trick: keep the audience in suspense by never starting on time.

The second was a political trick: use any extended silence to buy time and gather your thoughts and wits. Show your audience that you're thoughtful and caring, or as my dad used to say, 'Sincerity is everything. If you can fake that you've got it made.' I was going to use the body language of my audience to gauge my reception while I spoke.

"Hello. My name is Dennis Nathan Richards, and I was born in New Haven, Connecticut. I am a retired Vietnam Veteran with a 100% disability from Agent Orange exposure while in the country. I served in the United States Air Force, mostly in Japan and Vietnam.

I searched the faces of the sisters while I spoke as I tried to access my ability to engage each woman at a deeper and more positive level. I was, in essence, trying to seduce a room full of naked lesbians. Talk about your lost cause.

"You can stop me at any time if you want to ask a question. I would rather this be a dialogue and not a monolog," I said in an effort to break the ice.

The invitation to ask questions resulted in one brown-haired woman tentatively raising her hand. I asked her to remind me of her name, and she said, "My name is Amelia. One question, you said you got a monthly disability check from the VA. What kind of disability? You seem to be in good shape."

"Good question, Amelia. My disability is mostly invisible. Type II Diabetes because of exposure to Agent Orange while I in Vietnam. And, more specifically, severe neuropathy in my right hand and in my feet, which is a side-effect of Diabetes."

"What are the effects of your neuropathy?" Amelia asked as a follow-up question.

"Neuropathy is nerve damage as a result of too much sugar in my blood. In my case, the result is numbness and tingling in my hands and feet. The other effect is rather embarrassing." I said as I paused. I was not sure how much detail I wanted to get into.

"Do not stop there. Please explain," Amelia asked as she pressed me for more information.

"Well, sometimes I, um, it's difficult to get it up and keep it up" I reluctantly volunteered to the group.

Amelia and several of her sisters nodded. I noticed that Lisa and Alice were paying very close attention to the conversation.

"The result sometimes is a limp dick, for lack of better words, when the nerves connecting my prick to my brain shut down due to high sugar levels," I answered.

Several sisters responded with stifled laughter or nervous giggles and additional follow-up questions. Sex is always an interesting conversation. I had their attention at least.

"Can you still orgasm?" Alice asked with a look of concern on her face.

"Yes. Even when flaccid a guy can still ejaculate. It just takes a little more effort, and it's not nearly as much fun," I explained.

"I don't understand. Darlene says you're a fantastic lover. How can that be if you don't get hard?" Alice asked. I heard several sisters say, "I was wondering the same thing."

"My goal or mission as a lover is to provide the necessary emotional and physical stimulation required for my partner to achieve an orgasm. I do that orally," I said.

Standing stark naked in front of a table full of attractive and nude women while talking about orgasms and oral sex was having unintended consequences. I could feel my semi-flaccid penis begin to stiffen. There was no way to hide my growing arousal.

"I thought you said that you couldn't get hard, but you apparently can," one of the women observed.

"I get an erection sometimes, and sometimes I don't. It tends to be a hit or miss affair. My prick has a mind of its own, and I can never depend on it to respond as I want it to. It's all rather embarrassing and frustrating," I explained as I shared far more information than I wanted.

Looking at several sisters' body language, I saw signs of what looked like sexual responses from about half of them. Nipples had slightly hardened, many had leaned forward a bit more than usual, their faces relaxed and smiling or friendly neutral. Body postures showed a focused interest. At some primal level; pheromones floated like mist in the air, and my body was responding.

I looked down at my gradually stiffening penis; I covered myself with my hand. "Sorry about that, but all this talk about sex and stuff seems to be having an effect on my hardware, as I'm sure everyone can see. It never seems to respond like I want it to, as I said, and a public boner is rather awkward," I explained. I could feel the heat of a blush burn across my body.

Darlene came to my rescue. She walked up to me and gave me a big hug and lingering kiss, and then turned to face her companions while holding my free hand. "I think Dennis is thinking about the love making session we'll have when we go to bed," she said with a foxy grin.

Darlene started to rub my ass while she stood next to me, much to her sisters' amusement. The sensation of her warm hand massaging my bare behind did nothing to diminish my arousal. I continued to stiffen to about three-quarters erect, a little less than four inches, under her playful touch.

Looking out over my audience of colony members, I noticed that they all paid close attention to the interplay between Darlene and me. I was at a loss for words and didn't know how, or if, I should continue or try to beat a hasty retreat.

"Don't be embarrassed by having a hard-on, Dennis. It's a natural event. We all get sexually aroused from time to time; it is just that your arousal is slightly more noticeable than ours is," Lisa said. Her statement got a chorus of chuckles and laughter from the sisters and did much to ease the tension that had been building in the room.

"I'll put it to a vote if it makes you feel better, however, Dennis. By a show of hands, how many of us would like Dennis to proceed with his self-introduction?" Lisa said as she raised her hand. A unanimous show of hands joined with Lisa. The sisters wanted the show to go on. The vote left me both relieved and annoyed at the same time. I was glad I hadn't offended them, but I was still several zip codes away from my comfort zone. Exhibitionism had never been my thing.

I turned to Darlene who was still playing with my bare bottom and said, "Maybe now is not the best time for foreplay. Shall we continue this later?"

Darlene was as much of a ham as I was. With an exaggerated stage pout, she said to me, "You are such a tight ass. You need to learn to relax and have fun." She jiggled my ass cheeks with both hands. The jiggle made my erection dance in the air.

My mind went blank as I started to speak; I forgot what I was going to say. "I'm having a senior moment. I just lost my train of thought. Are there any more questions while I try to get back on track?" I asked the women around me while I stalled.

Alice and several of her sisters raised their hands. I figured it would be an easy question, so I called on Alice.

"Since you're the only man in a community of lesbians, how do you feel about women who love women?" Alice asked as several of her companions nodded their approval of her question.

I began my answer by explaining how Darlene and I were on the brink of being homeless when she suggested that we could go and stay with a group of her college friends who 'lived off-the-grid.' Not that it would have made a difference, but she never bothered to mention that our new home would be an all women survival colony. I was completely unprepared completely unprepared for what we found when we arrived on your doorstep.

"This is all unexplored territory for me, and I am winging it the best way that I can. I believe it is a right for everyone to love anyone of his or her choice. I doubt that we have much control when it comes to selecting our sexual identity. We are who we are. I don't remember choosing to be heterosexual. It is just who I am."

"The real question is how do you feel about having a man living among you in this beautiful colony? Because men can be real dicks, no pun intended, as we all know," I said to an outburst of laughter.

"I noticed that several folks here did not seem too happy with my presence when I was speaking earlier. I suspect that personal experience with abusive males is likely the source of this negative attitude."

"Let me tell you this, I know a thing or two about abusive men. A male babysitter raped me when I was twelve years old," I explained. The sisters responded with a collective gasp. Alice looked shocked; her daughter stared at me with wide eyes and an open mouth as her hand shot into the air with a question.

"How did it happen? How did it make you feel? Was it traumatic?" StarShine asked me in a series of rapid-fire questions.

"Without going into gory details, it happened after I got severely sunburned. My babysitter walked in as I got out of the shower. I was naked, and he offered to give me a massage after he took his shower. A naked pedophile giving a nude boy a massage - what could possibly go wrong? The rest is, as they say, history."

"As to how it made me feel; I felt used and humiliated. I was there exclusively for his sexual pleasure as far as that bastard was concerned. He didn't see me as a person. I was only a receptacle for his goo. I hated it, and I vowed I would never treat a fellow human the way he treated me."

"I didn't hate men when it was over, but I didn't trust them. I did hate him, and I dislike the way too many men treat other people, especially females," I explained.

"How do you feel about gay men?" one of the sisters asked without raising her hand.

"As I said before, I believe that everyone should have a right to love anyone of his or her choice. I think most of us occupy some point on the sexual spectrum. Very few of us are born 100% straight or 100% gay. Almost all of us are born on one side or the other of the rainbow of possibilities. Does that answer your question?" I asked. Nodding heads told me I had.

"What happens when you get an erection at a nude beach?" another sister asked.

I laughed, "I either sit down and wait for it to pass, or I go behind a bush and take care of business."

"What would you do if you end up staying with us?" Lisa asked.

Lisa was everything anyone could want in a leader. She was thoughtful and measured in her approach to unexpected problems. I was an unexpected problem. I knew her questions weren't accidental. This is her test to determine whether I stayed or went away. My problem was that I had no way of knowing what the right answers might be. My only option was to roll the dice and hope for the best.

"You and your sisters have built something here that is amazing, unique, and precious, Lisa. The protection and continued safety of this community is a top priority. I can understand why some might view me, as a man, to be a possible threat to this family. I am who I am, and there's nothing I can do to change that," I said.

We were now talking about the elephant in the room, and the hall had become silent as each woman considered my words. I raised my right hand and faced Lisa.

"I vow to do everything in my power to help this colony continue to succeed under your leadership," I said while making eye contact with the group's leader.

"The world outside this valley is changing into something very ugly and dangerous, and I think that having a man among you might be useful. I would like to be that man, and I will place the safety of your sisters ahead of my own if you allow it."

I lowered myself to one knee before Lisa, crossed my arms over my chest, and bowed my head when I finished speaking. I held my position as I waited for Lisa to speak. It may have been a bit melodramatic, but it seemed like the right thing to do. I had once seen it done in a movie.

The silence seemed to stretch out forever, but I didn't move. I did a long count in my head to track the time. One Mississippi, two Mississippi, and Lisa broke the silence when I got to fifty-two Mississippi.

"That's a compelling offer, and I appreciate your apparent sincerity, Dennis. It's very moving. Truth be told. However, I don't know you well enough to trust you with the lives of our family. I can't give you trust that you haven't yet earned. I will allow you to remain among us as my guest until I make a final determination as to your status here. We will revisit this question in two weeks. You will not attempt to leave our company in the meantime.." Lisa paused before she continued, "Do you understand?" She was not making an optional suggestion, this was a stone cold command. I didn't want to find out what would happen if I disobeyed.

"Thank you, Lisa, I can't ask for more. You have my word of honor," I replied, as I resumed a standing position. At least my status had been clarified; I was a guest/prisoner of the group's leader.

The serious discussion didn't arouse me as much as the sexy questions. My erection got bored and decided that it was time for a nap. I took the opportunity to wrap up my 'brief' introduction as quickly as possible.

"I'm looking forward to getting to know all of you, and I'm thankful for your generous hospitality. I will do my best as your guest to carry my own weight for as long as I'm under your roof," I concluded.

The applause of the sisterhood caught me by surprise. While not over the top wild, it was polite and lasted about 20 seconds.

Chapter 7

As the applause died down, I took a seat on the table's bench next to Lisa and just tried to relax. I felt like I had just run a marathon. Darlene gave me a warm hug and a glass of ice-cold water and sat with me. I don't know which I appreciated more; her company, the hug, or the beverage. I guzzled the water down in one long gulp. Public speaking is lonely and thirsty work.

The sisters stopped by in ones and twos to exchange small talk with Lisa before retiring for the evening. That was the cover story at least. I noticed after the third such 'visit' that most of the women seemed to spend more time sneaking glances at my naked crotch than they did in conversation with their leader. Great; I was now either the object of sexual curiosity or at the very least, a diversion in the colony's daily routine. It had been years since most of the women in the cabin had seen a man, with or without clothes. I sympathized with animals in the zoo. Maybe I should charge admission.

Lisa stood and stretched after too long sitting on an uncomfortable wooden bench without padding, "I'll show you both to your quarters if you two are willing to call it a night."

After several minutes the last of the group drifted away to their rooms.

The colony's sleeping quarters were on the second level balcony that ringed the rectangular shaped Great Room. I did a quick count; there were 24 doorways in total, seven on each side of the long axes, and five each on the short sides of the rectangle.

The room reserved for Darlene and I was located on the north balcony above the cabin's Great Room and appeared to be identical in size to Lisa's quarters. The room was stunning in its simplicity. The walls had the same pine paneling that we had seen in Lisa's rooms, with wide planks of Gambel Oak for flooring and exposed wood beams supporting the white plaster ceiling. A colorful handmade antiquated quilt adorned a queen-sized bed on the wall opposite a large picture window. I paused for a moment and looked out over the moonlight bathed sleeping valley. The shadows of mountains rose in the distance like sentinels into a sky ablaze with stars.

The belongings we had brought with us on our journey nearly filled a huge walk-in closet. I was pleased to see that my tobacco stash had also been unpacked. A small windowless half-bath with an "Out of Order" sign affixed to the door was located at the far end of the closet. Lisa advised me that a communal shower was located two doors to the left when I asked where I could take a shower. I had to admire the cabin's design efficiency. The half baths used a minimum of plumbing and were handy for midnight relief, while the community showers were for general hygiene. Lisa wished us a good night and left us alone in our room. Darlene wrapped her arms around me when Lisa had departed and gave me a hug and a kiss that was almost violent in its intensity.

"I'm so fucking horny, Dennis! I want you to make love to me right now," Darlene said, as she wrapped her arms around my bare backside and pulled me onto the bed.

"Your wish is my command," I replied, and slowly began to kiss Darlene's face. I softly kissed eyelids and cheeks. I lightly traced the tip of my tongue across welcoming lips and followed with kisses under her chin before moving down and nibbling along the nape of Darlene's neck. I kissed along the edge of her collarbone to her shoulders' rounded top. I then reversed direction and gently kissed the side of her neck, and then softly nibbled her earlobes.

Darlene's steady breathing changed into little pants punctuated by low moans as I continued to circle her face and neck with kisses. I softly caressed the rounded underside of each breast with my hands before touching the whole breast. I avoided direct contact with nipples. I let my fingers brush ever so slightly against each tit as my hands caressed the contours of her chest instead.

Darlene arched her back as she tried to push stiff nipples into my hands each time my fingers approached the tips. I refused contact and continued to tease. My hands moved back to Darlene's shoulders and along the inside of her arms.

My lips followed the same path traced by my hands and fingers. I kissed the top of each breast and used my tongue to trace a circle around the base of each nipple before flicking my tongue across the very tip.

I moved my hands to the inside of my lover's thighs and softly caressed sensitive skin as I kissed and licked the underside of each breast. I sucked one nipple at a time into my mouth and gently squeezed them between my teeth when my exploring fingers approached the outer lips of her vulva.

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