Mum made us ‘shake hands and be friends’ and Juha had a just-got-away-with-it smirk as he crushed my offered hand.Then Nan made us dance around th... pole. Sanna’s parents played the accordion and violin - which were the perfect traditional accompaniment. It’s really hard to be sad and angry while you dance around the midsummer pole, sometimes holding hands with the young girl next to you in the ring, but I managed it. I was in a dark, depressed, helpless mood as we danced and sang happy. “Yes, Mistress,” I said to her, respectfully. I wasn’t feeling very turned on so much as I was confused. But I loved her and wanted to please her.“Now lick my pussy, piggy,” she demanded and spread her legs slightly. She slapped my hand away as I went to tug her g-string aside. “I didn’t say you could touch me with your dirty hands! Now eat my pussy!” So I happily dug in.Her panties were warm and had a wonderfully strong smell of her pussy. It seemed she had been planning this and had been. .I don't know how they organised themselves, but I was never alone in bed. I didn't interfere or argue; why tinker with something that isn't broken? Certainly I had no complaints. I thought it was odd that, while Jasmine certainly slept with me regularly on her own, Anna and Susan seemed to come as a pair. It was rare indeed for me to wake up with just one of them.Christmas was wonderful. Tammy tried to organise a family gathering, but Susan, Anna and Jasmine wanted to have our own time. Granted, it’ll still be really good if that’s how things were before, but it’ll never be great like it was last night,” she said matter-of-factly as the door closed behind Charlotte. Yeah, we’ll see about that. I’m not concerned about sex with Henry; I’ve had enough sex in the past twenty-four hours to last me awhile. I just want Henry back…“I don’t think that’s going to happen,” Charlotte replied, gladly relieving herself in Sophie’s bathroom. “Sex with Henry?”“No, the swinging and debauchery..