I was sitting at a makeshift table of hay bales making my daily dairy entry, when my little sister and one of her friends came into the barn just belo...w me. They were holding hands and giggling as thir*teen year-old girls do. I paused and watched them as they fluffed up hay in one of the empty stalls. To my amazement, both girls began to undress and lay down on an old horse blanket. They began to lick on each other's tiny breasts. Their hands rubbed their bald pussys, fingers slipping into each. ..Then I saw her, and my heart stopped for a moment, or maybe it was time itself that ceased. It felt like a squirrel ran down my back, and then my chest felt like it was squeezed in a vise, and my legs turned to concrete. Saralinda was in the far corner of the office, huddled in a tight ball, rocking, and insensible. There were tears smeared on her face. In her hands was a crumpled page or two from the fax machine.After two or three beats of my heart didn't happen, I could move again, though. ’ ‘You’re not mad at me?’ ‘Of course not. I’m deliriously happy, I’m about to have sex. Let’s start off by having a bath together… one of my girlfriends told me that’s one of the best ways to break down awkwardness between a newly formed couple.’ ‘I’ve had some great fucks in the bath.’ ‘I bet you have but I haven’t although with luck that’s about to change.’ They stopped and kissed, softly and not rushing it until Irene finally said, ‘I’m glad you found me. Let’s run home, I’m becoming horny.’. I sat motionless, as Rachel straddled my lap. She reached up and slid the robe off my shoulders, and began kissing me gently on my forehead, my neck, and down my chest. Her lips felt light touch of butterflies, only steaming hot. She paused briefly to shed her own robe completely, then renewed her sensuous journey down my belly, and finally back to my proud member. I drew my breath in sharply as she planted her full lips firmly on my cock head, and went to work. I lay under her, helpless.