I screamed your name. Out of anger, out of need. Baring all my emotions. I thrust into myself hard trying to break myself of the need of you. To break...my sexual fever. I felt the quake coming just as the storm broke. Lightning crashed across the sky following my deafening thunder. Nothing compared to the quake I released thinking of you.I lay there, exhausted and broken. I wanted more, always wanting more. Like Icarus flying next to the sun until it consumed him. I heard the strange snapping. I can’t tell you how much that freed me of all those put downs I suffered as I grew up. Just doing what really was a little thing seems to have broken the hold those memories had over me. That was a wonderful night. ‘However, the thing that has been bothering me is what I did afterwards. We came in here and my clothes were right there on the bed. I have no memory of undressing and putting them there. That wouldn’t bother me if I hadn’t walked into this room and calmly taken my suit off and. When I went in Jamie was there, lying on my bed reading my magazines.“Wow, this woman in here is fit” he said, holding a picture of a model up.“Hello…….I want to get dressed” I said, pointing at the fact that I was in bath towels.I un-wrapped the towel around my hair and threw it at him.I could see him surveying me, tracing my long tanned legs to the towel, up to where it covered my breasts then to my eyes, then stood up and walked towards me as if to leave.“No you don’t” he said, standing. ‘Don’t be shy,’ she joked. I swallowed hard and slid my right hand down to the rising mound below her abdomen. Rebekka thrust out to meet my hand, putting her own hands on my head to steady herself. I searched lower, finding a tiny triangle of fabric that led my fingers deeper between her upper thighs. I moved my fingertips in small circles and Rebekka let out a long low moan of pleasure and approval. The narrow scrap of fabric barely covered her pussy lips and the exposed flesh either side was.