He didn't really understand what it was about moving fast that excited him, anymore than he understood why looking at the two lumps of fat filled fles... on the chest of a centerfold made his dick strain the zipper of his pants. It simply did... and that was good enough.He had discovered his love for danger early. He could still remember the kiddy roller coaster his mom had let him ride when he was only four. Although the turns were somewhat less than perilous and there were no g-pulling loops,. Before them stretchedthe open Mediterranean ocean, its waves lapping calmly onto the pier.Behind them lay the town of Mykonos, its waterfront adorned with rowsof Venetian-style fishing houses and shops. Store-owners were millingabout and setting up, preparing for the inevitable throng of tourists."In the past, the island of Mykonos was under Venetian rule for quitea while, long before it became part of modern Greece," Julie pointedout. "That's why the houses have such a Venice vibe. That area. As if it was a signal,Rachel undid the zipper and raised her ass.Gerta drew the thin fabric down the girl's long, sun-tanned legs. She brushed the palm of her hand across the sheer silk panties that covered her cousin's smooth ass and remembered back a dozen years."Seems like just yesterday we use to play doctor and nurse," she said softly. "How come we drifted so far apart?" Who knows?" Rachel answered, her voice muffled from between Gerta's legs."Sometimes I missed you. We were almost like a. I saw the blonde sleeping next to me, and she seemed peaceful in her slumber. I quietly rose from the bed trying my hardest to not stir her, and succeeded so I walked to the bathroom, which gave off the only light in what I surmised was the early morning. I turned the corner and saw myself for the first time. I was all woman. My hair was very blonde and up in a tight braid, which explained my aching head. I reached up and touched the stiff plume of hair bunched atop my head, and I felt.