She didn't pretend that my meeting with them was going to be all sweetness and light. Emmy told me, right out, that she was worried about how well the...y'd accept me, as a suitor. They were picky. Very. OK -- they were snobs, at least her father was. Both parents wanted her to Marry Well. It was a big deal in their lives right now, and had been, for a couple of years. They had been introducing her, together and separately, to a whole series of their ideals of suitable men, for some time. I sat in the cupboard just a few meters from what was happening, as Tammy sat straddled across Julia's waist as they kissed passionately, and watched in stunned silence as their hands began to explore each others bodies under their clothes."Oh god, I tried to hide who I am, I've tried to be a better proper person, but I can't help myself, I love tattoos and men and women and naughty sex!" groaned Julia as Tammy moved down her neck and began kissing her neck."You like my tattoo's?" asked. You cup your tits through your bra as you squat down a little, feeling the cool water running past your pussy feels so good, your knickers are soaked through but you don’t care, they were already wet before you got in the water so what does it matter? You slip one hand inside your bra, it feels so good, feeling your hard nipple, squeezing it, tugging it, remembering last night when you had them covered in oil. You pull your bra down, not caring that your outside, in just a pair of wet. Do you know what we should do?’ ‘No what should we do?’ ‘We need to go out and celebrate your decision to move on from the horrible memory of your past.’ Instead my head, I was thinking am going to celebrate the exorcism of one ghost with another ghost? ‘Hey come on it is not like I am asking you to sleep with me. It is only a drink,’ Roberto joked. ‘Okay fine you twisted my arm.’ I was probably opening up a huge can of worms but at this moment I really did not give a damn. ‘Where do you want.