Take a picture and text it to meShe gasped with the request. Then realized it wasn't really a request at all, it was a directive. She had never done s...uch a thing in her life thinking it was beneath her or something only slutty girls do. She wavered with her thoughts as she had to admit the thought of a directive did arouse her. She wanted to give in, do as she was being told, and see where it went from there. She continued to stare at the phone and her instructions before moving and making her. .. and then stepping back out of the doorway just as quietly heading back to her own room. I never even heard the door close, though at that very moment ... Doreen was crying out in her own pleasured orgasmic release.I squirted copiously inside her moments after that ... the entire time wishing that I was doing so inside Bella's cunt ... and not Doreen's.But I felt now ... I had my answer, which was a short time later, likewise confirmed.After my morning fuck-fest with Doreen, I was quite. That stands for venereal disease, a term she had learned in health class last year (yes, 15 was just old enough for sex education in our town).She never called me VD when our parents were around, of course, which meant that they had already left for work and I really was going to be late for school. I heard Marie go out the back door on the way to that very place and then I rushed about getting ready.I don't remember many dreams but the previous night's was particularly vivid. I recalled that. Theyfound their way into their proper receptacles and took their place ofpride on the top of Jim's dresser.I carefully backed away and left my son to his privacy. I now knew moreabout how this summer should play out. I was ready to do my part in Jim'sodyssey.I went around the house, cleaning up imagined messes here and there,thinking about what I had just witnessed. Pleasant thoughts. Thosethought carried with me as I changed into my swimsuit. A black one piecewith a darling black with white.