"I'm an actress," she replied almost boredly, "but do you really want to swap life stories, or are you gonna' slide over here and give me a better loo...k at those tits?" she finished with a cocky smirk anda wink, finishing off her cigarette and grinding the butt out in the ashtray between us.I tried to hide my surprise (and excitement) as I switched over to the chair next to her's. She turned to me and, removing the cigarette from my lips, took a drag on it and kissed me deeply, slowly exhaling. Being in a sexual relationship with Cindy ... thinking about marrying Cindy ... all that was like flying. But then doubts would make me fall towards the earth, and I would despair, knowing that what I wanted was impossible ... against the laws of nature.Long story short, I was a basket case.So, ironically, it was left to Cindy to overcome.The only problem with that was that Cindy, while years ahead of her classmates on the emotional stability level, was still a teenager. And teenagers get. She did not back away when she felt the evidence of my arousal. She told me that when it was just the two of us she wanted me to call her Bobbi. That was what her family called her. She had always called me Cole since that was what everyone else called me. Our relationship gained its focus on a slip of the tongue, on words that could not be taken back. Two nights before our trip to Miami Beach as we parted for the evening she inadvertently said, ‘I love you’ before driving away. Neither of. Looking into her eyes as I caressed her small silk covered body. Amanda walked over and pulled me onto the bed, laying me on my back, she kneeled next to me as Amy climbed onto the bed too. Both young blonde sisters looking so sexy as they caressed my naked body. Amy lifted the bottom of her gown, revealing her bare and visibly wet little pussy. She straddled me and began to grind her soaking wet pussy up and down my shaft, like she had before. Only now her sister is watching. Thats not how.