. I was bare as a newborn under my skirt. If I tripped and fell, people could see everything. But with this group they wouldn't see seeing something t...hey hadn't already seen, and enjoyed.That didn't stop me from automatically trying to tug my skirt down a little more when we got back in the car.The boys had stayed back out of the sight. They honked as we pulled back onto the road. I swear the air went right up my legs. The thought of what we were going to do got me wet, and it made my sex feel. I even pushed Dad and Mom away as far as I could. In short, I became a brat and pushed everyone to their last button.One Saturday morning, three weeks after Joyie's death, I heard rain tapping at the window. My head felt too heavy to be lifted off the pillow; my mouth was dry and sour. I concentrated on not throwing up and then opened my right eye. For the first few seconds I didn't know where I was, but after a momentary panic, my brain connected the desk chair and the window seat with Brad's. ” She smiled and relaxed, sitting on the seat by the side and sinking down until it covered her breasts and neck. She rubbed it into her nipples underneath the surface and luxuriated in its soft gooeyness. “This is amazing,” she said. “It’s not for everyone,” he responded. “But, we find women enjoy our services.” She played with it in her hands and rubbed it all over her body. She focused on the sensation of it all inside of her and scooped up a few tastes. Then she turned back towards. . that decency can rule the day - instead of ego.” I finished my speech.“Charles, you are exactly right–I am sorry for that. I was so anxious to get to the Spa, that my brain forgot a step in the process. Can you forgive me and my ‘first-strike weapons?’” Sarah said giving me a smile that filled my heart with joy.“I forgive you this one time, but the next time I may have to put you over my knee and spank your bottoms?” I said.They all snickered at that.“I’d like to see that myself, Charles?”.