"Things were getting intense and Jane felt her heart beating. Both of them were filled with nervous energy as Jane sat on the edge of the bed. Christi...ne positioned herself on the bed and sat down above the towel.In a flash, Christine lifted her sundress to sit on the towels, revealing her bare, cleanly shaven pussy."Holy shit, were you pantiless this entire time?" Jane questioned. "Like, this whole day?"Christine blushed. "You don't want to know."As they both got comfy sitting on the bed,. I had no comeback to that, and Im not sure I would have resisted, even if I could. I had died and gone to heaven, I was certain, or perhaps I was in a coma, and only having a dream. After the breakfast dishes were clean, Margaret invited us over for a swim, and once there, bathing suits were optional. In other words, we went skinny dipping. I kept admiring one lovely body, then the other. This was still such a new experience, I was aroused and embarrassed, all at the same time. I wanted to. Power. Sex was just another power struggle she probably continually won over my aunt, and Cici was weakening by the day. Bitch probably was salivating for her turn at the morally corrupt business.“Jesus Christ,” I whispered. “What are you thinking, Miss Cusack?” Snapping my hand from my face, I focused on the detective standing. On his white shirt, olive colored tie. Encouraged anger to fire inside me, burn in my veins. I stood, thankfully balanced on my heels, and tucked my hair behind. After that I was always passive. That feeling will never forget and I always enjoy it and worship when fucking me.Years passed, I enjoyed sex, I enjoyed being fucked. I changed partners until I came across the one that best suits me all. We had a phenomenal sex and in different places and we simply responded to everything. Everything we imagined had and filled them and his and my fantasies of everything simple. Then we got rid of some of the things that life brings to life. But to come back to.