.. and towels scattered around to put on chairs. What for? Oh, please ... Even bacon-and-mushroom sandwiches tasted better when I could ogle Grace whi...lst eating.Jim was ... very obviously ... relieved when we called in to say we'd be taking one of the barge trips. "Reminder?" he suggested, "as you'll be together? Tom Carmichael's Mate. I'll ask Gerry Westwood to go with Thistle. I don't think he'll mind, it'll give him nights at home with Delia." Westwood? Don't think I know him." Royal Marine.. A big moment of self-reflection, to try and figure out why she had been so afraid to tell Sam about her… addiction. The answer was clear as day, but it carried some implications she rather wouldn't have faced."I didn't want you to think I was a… a slut."She was fifteen, had pretty much m*lested the boy next door once and could barely make it through the day without an orgasm. Even Rebecca Burkowitz wasn't that bad. Well, probably."You're not a slut, Carly." Well, that was surprising to hear.. Then we stood around the kitchen island enjoying burgers that Brett had grilled. Deb, Jack and I were nude. Brett, playing it safe wore an apron. He was leaning on the counter looking at me. His eyes slowly shifted to his left and I turned on my stool to follow his gaze. We were now both looking at Debbie in profile. Debbie who had watched our kids for years. Teenage Debbie. Sexy, amazing Debbie. My eyes scanned down, from her pretty face, then those breasts which in profile defied nature,. My eyes soon then caught onto a flair of pinkthat was a very cute pink skirt that rested on an incredible set ofhips and seemed to shrink into an impossibly tiny waist! My eyescontinued upwards following a skin tight low cut long sleeved blackshirt that showcased the most unbelievable cleavage that I had everseen in my life! Finally lifting my head straight up I immediatelyrecognized that beautifully angelic face that was Mistress Leana. Herhair had gone from blonde to red and it gave her such.