“When can we go back?” she asks softly, folding her fingers between mine.“After dinner. But there’s one thing...”“I know. Wendy. Will she ...ind... sharing you?”“Hardly. But I better warn you, she swings both ways.”“She told me,” Gina sighs. “She wants the three of us to fuck.”“I thought I noticed the two of you flirting at dinner.”“She’s a very alluring young woman. And I’ve never been with another woman,” Gina sighs. “Well, not since high school.”“High school?”“Catholic school sleepovers.. We talked earlier about how much I love to be talked dirty to and for him to control me. Just thinking about it now is making me squirm. Simon whispered in my ear that he wanted to fuck me somewhere else and I almost asked him to, but was stopped and spun me around. I was facing away from him as he continued to finger me. His hand went to my neck, down my arm and to my waist; I moaned feeling his fingers playing with my clit and my body. His fingers tickled up my side to the back of my neck,. ”“Nympho-something?”“Nymphet!” she corrected him.“Ah, yes, the schoolgirl stuff?”“And no, that got boring on YouTube,” she said between kisses. “I do it on Tik Tok now with my bestie. People love it!”“Oh, God, that shit now?”“Yeah, don’t be mean,” she said.“I’m not,” he said. “It’s just stupid, is all.”“It’s not stupid,” she pouted. “It’s fun.”“Girls dancing?”“Yeah,” she said.“You dance?”“You’ve seen me.”“On video?”“Yeah, I can twerk now.”“Bullshit.”She giggled. “Look,” she said.She crawled. I suddenly realized I had the taste of copper in my mouth. Okay, my mouth and perhaps my nose is bleeding. My knees, four surgeries from football injuries later, were announcing they were joining the pain party. My back was loudly voting for a change of position because the current one was not conducive to my long term health. And, where that shovel had landed was making itself known in no uncertain terms.At least I had found the trampoline.It took a bit to get my hands under me after sloughing.