“What are you girls wearing?” said Principal sir disappointingly.“This is our nightdress, sir,” Freya answered cautiously. “This is our shir...t and our pajamas.”“You know, girls aren’t supposed to wear anything when they sleep,” he suggested. “They are supposed to sleep naked. Didn’t anyone ever tell you that?”“No – sir. We don’t have anyone to tell us that,” said Ryan didi.“That’s sad. But you have us now. We’ll guide you on mannerism of girls,” he said as he walked closer to us,He began. I’m not complaining as after screwing the Generals wife as he watched. I’ve decided to enjoy life once more.All of the horses are in the paddocks as the stalls are like saunas. I’ve worked up a sweat cleaning and moving feed. I plan to take a shower in the new stable block that the General had built as a gift! Passing the last stall I hear, “Oh yes don’t stop. Yeh. Yeh. Just there.” As the top half of the stall door is open I cautiously peer around the door frame.Mary is lying naked cushioned. I joined this site as it purports to be an interactive adult writing site. This will be the fourth story I have started plus one chapter I have added to another author’s story and, whilst all have had a great many readers and ‘likes’, I have had not one chapter added to any of my writing. Hardly what I came here for and was hoping for. Perhaps all the contributors are male and do not wish to write in lesbian narratives. Whatever the reasons, please write with me. Interactive writing is so much. “Can we eat it at Idle Park at noon?” The birthday girl’s choice was approved.We arrived first, hiding a bag with silly hats more suitable an eighth birthday party. (Contents to be discarded if they brought something like that.) Becky and Jill arrived in Jill’s mom’s car. But no mom. Jill had her license! I was so happy for her. We carried the cake and ice cream to our table. Jill put 18 candles on the cake and tried to light them. The steady warm breeze off the ocean prevented the candles from.