”“Oh fucking joy.”“She’s not really into kinkdom, but she’s been doing LARP and SCA for almost twenty years.”“And that is…?”“LAR... stands for ‘live action role play’ and SCA is the Society for Creative Anachronism. Both groups like dressing up in costume and fighting with ancient weapons, like swords. She’s an expert on sword fighting, and she’s trained dozens of women.”“You want me to learn how to fight with a sword?”He nodded.“Okay, I get why Mike is teaching me how to defend myself, and I’m. Out of habit, I glance at the door that leads to the hallway. I know her schedule. She won't arrive while I'm in here, but a part of me wants her to. We would have to skip the dramatic shit I've been planning, but the allure of breaking her sooner is enough to make me contemplate waiting until she comes home from work.Exasperated, I drag my fingers through unruly dark hair, raking my nails across my scalp. One of them runs over an indentation, a scar from my not-too-long-ago days as an. Of ten her friends would come over after school or on the weekend, our house was a gathering place because we had a pool. one saturday her friend Anita came over to visit and to swim and hang out at the pool.my sister who was quite beatiful and Anita changed into their swim and went out outside to sun themselves and just hang out. I was too shy to hang out with them and just stayed in my room. I looked out my bedroom window from time to time seeing Anita in her pink bikini and letting my. ” I had to see them. She was still talking as my shaking hands undid the 4 courageous buttons and I opened her top. Fuck, my cock started to grow. They were monsters. Her light beige areola forming distended circles around her knobby nipples. They were big and heavy, weighing down, but damn, all I could picture was my dick between them. She didn’t even notice my fascination with her tits; her hand merely brushing my fingers away as I reached out and stroked one of her pudgy nipples.I had her.