Later that morning, Uncle Shrek visited us. He had made some sweet and he wanted us to taste it. Riya tried her best to act as if nothing had happened... I acted as if I saw nothing. The sweet was terrible. I realized it was his excuse to come upstairs.Riya asked him to sit inside. He was eying me now. He had his luck with Riya but now it’s my turn. He was topless as usual. I tried to be polite to him and answered all his questions about my work and personal life. I told him that I had a sister. He pressed his attack with two more quick slashes, as well as a thrust towards my abdomen. I was quick to guard and parry those blows, but I knew I was fighting someone with far better skill than my own. My strength would have its limits as well, given that I could not fight with my dominant hand.As I let my training work to deflect his blows, I took a moment to gage his mental state. He was calm, but there was an urgency to his movements that meant he needed to get this fight over quickly. His. Her daughter had two friends with her and they all had their sorority Tri-Delta shirts on. My guess was if they had not become sorority sisters they would have met on the collegiate cheer leading squad because they were stereo-typical short thin beautiful girls with incredible bodies!!! This was shaping up to be a night where I was going to be more than willing to hang back and ride with them. We were not even really through the first chamber when Melissa grabbed my arm in terror, “Oh My. “How does this feel Peach?” Sarah whispered in my ear. She came back to my shoulders to wash the soap away and started lightly kissing my neck and back. I started to gasp (just a little) as she had one hand rubbing on the side of my leg and the other wrapped around my stomach. “It… it… feels good,” I said as my legs buckled leaning against her cool wet body.“If you would like, Peach, I’ll sleep with you tonight. Would you like that?” Sarah asked, as if I was going to say no (yeah right). I.