“Take the shower,” she said. Her voice husky but still soft in my ears. I followed her into the bathroom where I thought she would turn on the lig...t, but she didn’t. Maybe she was shy, maybe she had scars on her body, I thought. As she turned on the water I realized I wasn’t upset with her for what had just happened. What I felt was a crushing feeling of guilt. I had tried to hurt her, and the more I thought about it the more I felt like it was the last thing I wanted to do. When the water was. Finally Pete laughed, took two giantstrides and threw himself headlong into the pool. Julialaughed and ran after him taking a shallow dive intothe water. Using long powerful strokes Pete pulledhimself to the far end of the pool. He turned and watched Julia swim directly towards him.As she approached, Pete dove down and started swimmingback underneath her. Julia saw him dive and reached outin an attempt to grab him. Her hands struck the smallof his back as he swam by and her fingers caught. Even from the beginning of our fooling around, I most enjoyed playing with and exploring her gorgeous body, and I always came the hardest after a few hours of getting her pussy nice and slippery and swollen with my fingers. Being very open with each other about what we wanted sexually (I’ll write another time about the few times I talked her into anal), Claire brought up the idea of getting some handcuffs. I asked her why and she just smiled innocently, batting her eyes and denying any. I guess that the two sisters had accepted me as just another girl, because they seemed to be perfectly at ease as they began to get undressed. Pat had pulled her sweater up over her head and was unzipping the zipper at the back of her pants when she asked, "Carol, was Jim a good kisser?" As her pants slid down her shapely thighs, she stood in her white brassiere, encasing what was obviously a pair of large breasts, and panties for my answer. Hazel had unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. She.