For she also knew with grim certainty that this wouldn’t be the last time she’d come in direct response to pain. They’d tuned her body like an i...strument that could only be plucked by their malevolent will.I can’t live with who I’ve become. But neither do I have any choice in the matter.She tried to cry, but found that she couldn’t.Who am I?Her eyes refused to open lest they see the answer.When at last she forced them to do so, hours after falling back into dark nightmares of despair, she was. I kissed her back very passionately. Whispering into my kiss, she asked me where my hand was.Whispering back, "Denise, it's pulling up your skirt and now tracing the edge of your thong."Denise placed her hand on the back of my head as she kissed me. "Let's go somewhere more private."A few minutes later, we find ourselves in the back of the conservatory building. The full moon adds to the moment as we resume where we left off. Denise looks down as my hand moves up her leg, along the edge of her. But then it made it even funnier. Somehow. She didn't think of herself as cruel, but for some reason Natalie was getting immense schadenfreude. It was obvious that this once annoyingly talkative boy was terrified of saying anything and hated that his bottom was exposed to her and anyone else who had reason to pass. She momentarily concentrated on her own ass and wondered how embarrassing it is for this nerd, who had always been shy to show skin, to have his rather meaty boyish butt feeling cold. Back homeAfter a relaxing shower together Steff and Nicky were happily sunbathing nude in the back garden again when little Nat stripped off and snuggled up between them.Half-sister Nicky and Mum Steff tickled Nat relentlessly - above the waist, obviously, in a completely non-sexualised manner.I should point out that both Nat and Nicky had spent most of their early summer holidays playing on nudist beaches, so the whole family were very comfortable with each other naked.Dad even joked about.