It was the ones that she couldn’t see that worried her. Was there internal bleeding? Did they have spinal injuries? Were there fractured bones? Did ...hey have brain injuries? She didn’t know and, even if she had known, there wasn’t much she could do for any of them except minimize additional chances of injuries.“I’m sure that you’re doing everything you can to help them,” Ben said.“I wish I could do more,” Betsy said looking worried.“You’ve done everything you can.”Betsy said, “I was thinking. Neither was the second night, really. In fact, they were almost polite as they all had a nice dinner and unwrapped their presents with only minimal sniping. Jenna even insisted on staying the night that night and Rachel didn't argue with her for reasons she kept to herself.What was the reason? Well, Rachel was gay and no one in her family had any idea. At least, as far as she knew no one did. Not that her being gay was the reason she was willing to let her sister spend the night at their. ”Tim said, “Michele, I think we all need another drink. What do you think, John?”“Agreed. Sharon, please help Michele.”In the kitchen I gave Sharon a hug and kissed her cheek. “Thank you, Sharon, for sharing that with us. It makes us/me feel so much better about our next steps.”Sharon just looked at me and then stepped into me, looking into my eyes, and hugged me and kissed me on the lips. Passionately. Lustily. She pulled back and looked at me. “You know they are going to share us.”“Sharon, I. She dresses and admires her reflection in her full length mirror, noticing how her jeans hug her rounded ass and her top clings tightly to her full breasts....Shaking her hair loose from the other towel she combs and braids it, letting it hang down the middle of her back, wisps coming loose at her temples and she lets them be, liking the way they frame her face. She slips on a pair of leather sandals and packs a lunch in her picnic basket, a spur of the moment purchase at the antique shop in.