Her young lips were dark pink and swollen. I reached down and lightly touched her clit sending electricity through her fit girlish body. I had dreamed...of having her and now here she was in front of me offering me her body to do what I wanted. I knelt down and touched her thigh, once again she jumped. Her breathing became labored. She looked up at me and told me that she was mine and that I could do anything that I wanted to her. I kissed her outer lips and teased the opening of her tight little. “It s not fair . . . it just isn’t FAIR!” the young girl blubbered.“OK. Let’s talk about it then” Kayla said softly all the while stroking Candy’s back.Kayla handed Candy some tissues and the younger girl started drying her eyes.“Now that I think about it Candy, I can see why this is so upsetting. I’m sorry RJ and I were so happy when Aunt Christy first said something.”“Kayla, after years of dreaming about my brother, I finally get together with him . . . everything is finally right between. "Listen, bitch. You really do need to be put into your place. You've had free reign in this house for far too long."I was scared. I was shocked. And, I was confused. Who was this man? This couldn't be my quiet, loving, gentle touching husband. The husband, whom just a few minutes ago, I was afraid to find me dressed like in this filthy costume. What possessed him to be so bossy now? And to call me a "bitch"?He left my clothing half hanging from my body. I felt his hand pressing down, forcing me. Finally when we broke the kiss to breathe some air I was able to identify my attacker; it was Marge."I have been looking for you in this damn pool for nearly ten minutes." She said rubbing her bald pussy against my cock."I'm glad you found me." I'm glad you are glad," She replied, "I'm sure that by now Steve has found Lizbeth, he was looking for her." That's nice;" I answered her as if her information was of no interest for me: I pulled her face to me and we kissed again and again our tongues.