" Wait!" What now!?" I'm bored…" I know. We'll talk later."I hang up. She has changed so much during this year. But I'm guessing being a secret nymp...ho, an arsonist, and a witness to… well, kind of a kidnapping, and to—basically—manslaughter can change a person… But we try not to talk about that.When I'm back downstairs I find Dirk chasing our family cat, and yelling at the poor thing, something about eating her. She jumps on the cupboard in the kitchen to hide from him. Something has to be done. She hugged him, pressed her head to his chest."I don't want you to..."She lay listening to the slow beat of his heart next to her ear. She sighed, nestled herself more tightly against him.Then she came up again, drew his mouth down to hers.At first it was a before, tender, and gentle... but she felt electric somehow, her whole body pulsing, and she realized she was incredibly aroused, her vulva dripping wet with sexual excitement, her vagina cramping inward again and again, making her want to. I grabbed a robe and tied it around my body. It wasn’t much, just a little short silk thingie I had gotten as a present from an ex-boyfriend. I weighed the options of whether I should put on panties but my Sangria got the best of me. “Fuck it, this is my house, if she sees my pussy, then so be it. It’s too hot to be wearing panties anyway.” I opened the door and Nina was there, sheet in hand, and looking like she was dehydrated. “Girl, come on in, you look like who struck John and ran.” . Margie had driven me to masturbation since the 8th grade. She, along with her best friend, Barb, had the biggest tits in school. Large tits just drove me wild. They still do but I have learned that small ones can be just as much fun. As long as they are natural I just adore them.When Margie and I were first married we both worked and I was always doing side jobs to try and save for a down payment on a home. Her dad had bought the house next door to his own home and asked me to rewire it. I.