I slid my finger in between her swollen lips. She was hot and slippery inside. She had a hand on my wrist and started my motion on my hand making my...finger fuck her faster and faster.."Uh..." I started. "Uh...Darlene..." "Yes Peter?" "Darlene, get on your hands and knees...NOW". With a big grin she moved into the position on the center of the bed. I stood now looking at this woman. I thought of the wedding day, her looking at me in that turquoise dress, smiling at me as I had my arm. The problem is that she's barking up the wrong fucking tree. I can't really tell her anything because I don't know. All of the terms they use for what they think I am don't really apply to me. I'm not bisexual. I'm not a lesbian. Those are names or labels that just don't fit. I just see myself as a person.It's very complex. When I was a teenage girl, I fell in love with a person that I could never have, and I guess I just decided that if I couldn't have him, I'd follow his advice and wait for a. He blinked in surprise at the vision that greeted him. The woman standing in front of him was, in a word, stunning. Her gauzy, semi-transparent dress covered her completely but left nothing to his imagination. A large pair of silver feathered wings swayed gently with her every movement. She carried a large paper bag and grinned at him mischievously."May I come in? The food's getting cold."Entranced with her smooth, mellow voice, Mitch moved aside to let her enter."Do I know you?" he asked as. Uncle Charles was owner of a shipyard. What freetime Uncle Charles had away from the shipyard was spent tucked away in his vast library, working on a book about a bunch of stuffy old generals according to Kat. The first few weeks went smoothly enough, a few minor skirmishes between the children, a few pranks, but nothing too unbareable. The entire family and staff had been warned about Kats outlandish behavior. Uncle Charles and Aunt Agathas way of handling misbehavior was to completely ignore.