As she put the glass down, she extended her right hand and shook mine. Her hand shake was full and strong; no limp handed lady here. I noticed that he...r nipples were prominently evident again. And it wasn’t even cold.“By the way, we’re having some folks over from the surgery department this Sunday ... for a swim and a barbeque. Can you come?” She smiled and then added, “You’re not on call.”She was right. How’d she know that? “Uh ... I suppose so. What time? Can I bring anything?”“Two to three PM. .. doesn't care she's my sister, no more than I care you're married to my dad ... I get hard ... I'll get hard ... it's part of growing."This was my two past lives speaking ... the teen was turning red and trying to conceal the rampant member ... three of me in this body was getting crowded. My old brain knew what was going on ... my young body couldn't stop it ... didn't want to stop it ... couldn't wait to sink that pole into warm hot soft grasping fluttery ... accident in my pants.Lucy Lou. All it took for me to become a slut was to graduate from high school and go off to college.I was a good girl all through high school. I dated a lot and I did make out with my dates. There was a lot of touching and feeling, but it was all with clothing between the hand and what it was touching.The closest I came to 'being bad' was in high school on prom night. For a couple of years I had been listening to my girl friends telling me how great sex was and how much they loved the orgasms they got.. The other stable hands helped Marilla hitch the mule to the cart. The six ceramic crocks that I bought yesterday were still in the cart, although they were nestled in straw this morning rather than cushioned by the leather I had used on the way back from Puteoli.Brutus was with me again today and was again mounted since he figured I would ride Boots. A few minutes down the road, a lone bowman stepped out of the trees with an arrow nocked and drawn.I suddenly discovered that Boots used to be a.