One then asked if they could help me. They both reached down and grabbed my tangled cloths and ripped them completely off and threw them in the creek....hey then both smiled and introduced them self’s. They were twin sisters that had just recently moved into a neighborhood near my house. they said that they had been swimming and playing at the creek all summer and didn’t think anyone used the bike path. I told them that I’m usually at the pool during the day and this was the first time I had come. The grey moody sky, the shrieking winds and ocean spray. The rage of the waves echoes through me, it feels so familiar. But enough, I must have my say today. The ‘madness within’ you call it. A dominating, powerful force that you feel drives me to both despair and delight. You derive comfort in any medical diagnosis that supports this theory of yours. And shallow optimism from chemicals designed to ‘correct’ this condition of mine. Madness? Perhaps. Powerful, certainly. But it’s no nameless. The vibe I keep in my bag is small, just a little bullet vibe, maybe 4 or 5 inches long. With the vibe still not on I rubbed it just on the outside of my pussy lips. It was cold, but I liked that feeling. Hard and cold. Mmmmmm. I reached and barely turned it on with my left hand, while holding it with my right. After it was on, my left hand returned to feeling my soft skin and taking turns from one nipple to pinching and pulling. At first, I just rubbed the vibe on the outside, barely grazing. Emily had been eyeing Hazels crotch out of the corner of her eye while taking her shirt off, and knew that she would be getting wet from seeing this bra. It was actually a B-cup, which was one size below her, and was actually quite thin. Good job the changing room was warm, otherwise her nipples would have been dancing on her chest right now. The two girls finished changing, surreptitiously admiring each others bodies in the process. Hazel then worked up the courage and whispered in Emilys.