She emitted a noise that sounded like a low growl, and tensed up for a minute. I didn’t know it at the time, but I had just broken her hymen. I th...ought maybe I had hurt her, and I was instantly remorseful. But she began to move her hips again, slowly at first, then with more conviction. Soon, we were humping and pumping, grunting and moaning, and having a grand old time. This felt even better than her mouth, and in minutes she was shuddering and shivering, and cumming all over my thrusting. It became a fairy tale just at the edge of reality and you gladly romped among the colored flowers and clouds, thinking only of the rewards and not the jeopardy. After all this was online and it meant nothing. Right? Just pretend people with pretend feelings. So, ask yourself then, why does it hurt? There’s not supposed to be hurt when you pretend. What’s that all about? Suddenly the colored flowers and clouds have morphed into a dimly lit room, wall to wall carpeting and a laptop now too. “It’s Lori, did you speak with Cathy? How is she? Are you okay?”“Sorry, Lori,” I said. “I did speak with Cathy, well, it was more a case of her dumping on me; she’s somehow royally pissed off with me.”I gave her a brief rundown of everything she said.“How about you come out sailing with me today,” she said. “You’ll enjoy today’s race, it’s up the river to Juno point and back. Can you get here soon, and we’ll take the boat up to the clubhouse.”“Okay, that would be good,” I said. “I’ll see you in. The disparity in their ages didn’t seem to matter and never truly had, Kallah, the youngest and Amber, the oldest of the group were step-sisters though they had not really grown up together. The two others ranged in the decade that stood between the two. Each brought something unique to their weekly gatherings, and each of them treasured the friendship that had blossomed with the other ladies. As the raucous luncheon broke up, Amber turned to Kallah one last time and spoke quietly, ‘One date,.