It was a fine looking naked women with her hands tied behind her back. Her face wasn't in the pic but OMG what a body. I sat down on a trunk and start...d looking at the pics. A group of naked people, some men and some women, all gathered around this faceless women. Feeling her tits, spanking her, kissing her. The next page was the same women on her knees blowing a guy. Several pics, each one closer than the last, until the entire picture was a close-up of the women with her lips wrapped around a. Andso I glanced down to see what was causing the strange sensation, and mymouth dropped open in shock.I had boobs.Not like the time that my parents went away for a month and I ate nothingbut pizza...these were proper, actual tits. Not just man-boobs, boobsboobs.What the hell had that priest done to me??I looked around for my sister, and was surprised to find that she wasn'tanywhere to be seen. Then someone sat up on the other side of the booth.It was me."What the heck?" I said, immediately. So, she had dated him for status and he dated her for sex. She had actually become sexually active at a much younger age, loosing her virginity in her basement to a neighbor boy that she?d had a crush on since grade school. That relationship had lasted a couple years, and they had always practiced safe sex. However, she?d let her guard down one time with this one guy and, as luck would have it, the odds caught up with her. Of course, the guy had denied everything and she begged her parents not. I feel your hand searching for mine across the cold seat between us. You are warm. I instinctively lean into you, and our fingers meet and entwine. Our eyes lock, and your lips slowly approach, then engulf mine. I respond, and savor the embrace, hearing the distant roll and crash of the black ocean’s waves colliding with the shore. Our lips part, and you place a small kiss upon my forehead. You begin to form words, but I immediately silence you with the delicate brush of a finger across your.