I had seen Cindy on tape once before, changing into a swimsuit in the pool house.The tape started with Jane, our neighbor, and Cindy coming into the p...ol house. Both were in bathing suits, their hair wet from the pool. "I'm glad Carol let us use the pool while they're gone," Jane said. "I know," replied Cindy, "I hate having to go the 'Y' to swim." Cindy pulled a comb out of a duffel bag and began to run it through her hair. "The facilities are so much nicer too," she joked. Jane pulled a towel. The huts were constructed in a circle beyond that. It was noticeable that a larger hut was at the high part of the slope, and several large huts at the lower end.John presumed the top one to be for the Chief, and the lower huts were workshops designed by Brando for the purpose. There was no stream running through the village this time. Instead, a stream which had been further away had been diverted to run down the side of the campsite, giving easy access to water without encouraging people to. Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear, she thought with dread. Suddenly the little Corolla was in the air. Connie felt her stomach flop as the center of gravity shifted. The horizon swirled as she looked out the windshield, making her dizzy. For ages, the car was almost floating. It would have been pleasant except for the fact that she knew what would happen next. She always knew. She tried to brace herself, to shift position, but she was frozen. Her legs wouldn't move, nor her. Now, well, other than the age and relationship to me of the three women I was now enjoying sexually, I had blossomed into a self-confident and sexually competent young man, albeit one who had a startlingly close resemblance to my deceased Grandfather Dan. First my Gran had mistaken me for the now departed husband and had 'seduced' me into taking up Dan's conjugal rights, although I still wasn't sure whether Gran knew at the time that it was actually me (Mikey) or not, as she's often a bit.