Hot Blog: SO CAL COEDS finally came in, though, John carrying a bottle of champagne, and Zena with four glasses, it was obvious that they, too, had been just as active as we had been, as John's face was smudged with Zena's lipstick, her own lips smudged even more, and from the way she was walking she must have used up an awful amount of energy. As John filled the glasses, Zena almost collapsed onto an easy chair, indifferent to the way her skirt rode up once more as she flopped back. However it did not ride up as high as it had done in the car, and I suspected that the episode then had been more than a little contrived to deliberately expose herself a little.
After that night, though, all our attitudes changed somewhat. Zena and John were now both aware that I was fucking their daughter, and Zena certainly seemed quite unconcerned that I was doing so. In fact, once or twice she told me of remote areas where she and John had regularly used, and how to find them. Once or twice we found that these areas no longer existed, but more often they were ideally situated.
