Ash and I came to realize in sharing our eroticism together, it mattered little what or who the stimulus was for either of us. What mattered is that w... enjoyed sharing the experiences, basking in the eroticism together, as much and often more than the actual events. That conclusion was common among the group of swingers we hung with and it seemed to bond us all together as people who understood and appreciated guilt free and jealousy free sex like the general public never would or could. Once. Too often we have almost been caught by either her parents or her brother. But so far we managed to stay one step ahead of them and am hiding that fact from them. Or so I thought!Just last month she and I decided to take a trip to a hidden beach area we found about 20-30 minutes up the road from her home. Late in the morning I stopped by her house to pick her up to go swimming at a new place and was surprised to see she and her brother both coming out of her home. When they got up to the car. ’ I swelled with pride at their prostrate forms, gathered my cloak about me, and followed them to the scene. Blood pooled in the dirt forming a brackish mud and the tainted soil bespoke of death. The princess, a girl of 9, lay twisted and broken in the shadow of the ivy covered spire. Her eyes were wide and unblinking, her chest as still as a lake on a windless day. I knew in that moment there was nothing I could do, I should have turned away. ‘Pride will kill’, the saying goes, I should have. A salad truck probably wouldn’t be very popular, but that would have been what I needed today in order to eat without a pile of guilt. ‘Hey Deborah!’ I turned and saw Mike and Paul entering the lunch area. I smiled, looking forward to the chance to socialize, even if just for a few minutes. ‘Hey guys! What’s going on? Finally taking a break?’ ‘Yea we’re starving. We’re gonna hit up the lunch trucks. Can we grab you something?’ Paul asked. ‘No I’m good. Thanks though.’ ‘Hey Paul, can you grab.