The jump causes her breasts to bounce lewdly and for just a second she swears she hears them giggle. Then they are swooping down, grabbing at her hand...s and lifting them into the air. Mercy feels a pull and is suddenly taken aback by the strength they seem to possess.Mercy is pulled forward, much to her surprise, and deposited on the other side of the log. She falls face first into a pool of mud. It takes a moment for her to reorient herself, but when she does she is angry. Mercy spits out a. We kiss, a little peck goodnight or hello when you come back from the golf club or such like. And we sometimes hold hands when we’re out walking. But that’s it, that’s all I’ve allowed for so many, many years. Could I have a sip of your wine?’ We unlinked hands and I passed the glass to Veronica and watched her sip and swallow, sip and swallow.Veronica preferred dry white wine but she returned the glass to me and said: ‘Thanks, that’s quite nice for a red wine.’ ‘Australian shiraz,’ I said, as. Damn I looked hottt!I guess it was about nine in the morning already. I went to the kitchen and made some toast, catching glimpses of my reflection in the window glass, my nails in the crome of the toaster, and thouroughly enjoying my femme side. Upon returning to my bedroom, again standing at the full lenght mirror, I began to pose and flirt with my image. Before long I was touching myself and gyrating my hips, becoming totally turned on!. Slowly I lifted my dress and discovered a huge wet. And if it was OK, what had changed since St. Martin.“I think it depends on what you want, and what changed since St. Martin.”She walked over to stand close to me.“I had my period!” she whispered.Which explained EVERYTHING, including her wearing her bikini bottoms at the beach! I hadn’t even thought about that. With eight girls, randomly, two of them should have had their periods. And that changed the character of her request. In St. Martin, she’d said she wanted to, but couldn’t.“Oops! I didn’t.