Their different perspectives helped their love life, not that it needed helping.The week at the beach seemed to fly by and Sunday greeted them with an...ther warm sunny morning, reluctantly they packed to go home.They walked on the beach one last time before the long drive home. They were wearing their swimsuits and walking at the water's edge, holding hands and letting the waves lap over their bare feet."It'll be good to get home and change back into myself, but I'm glad we did this." Colin. That must be when I got up and closed the laptop and went to bed.It was quarter after one. I lay on my back with my legs apart, wondering if I dare fall asleep. Mom's big dildo was up my ass, held snuggly in place by her snug fitting, bright red panties. I wore the matching bra, both under her baby-doll nightie. I still had not touched my cock.I wanted to sleep. I wanted to sleep until the alarm went of at 6:30 AM, every second with Mom's dildo up my ass. It fit so perfectly, the base tucked. Trina cast a sidelong glance at the notebook. ‘Sandy, I had no idea you were so… athletic.’ ‘I was lying,’ I blurted out desperately. ‘We didn’t sleep together.’ ‘Of course you didn’t, Dear,’ Holly said, straightening up with a knowing smile. ‘I know a good girl like you would never sleep with a man she’d only known for a day. I’m sure that there are plenty of women he could have drawn that have a birthmark just like yours.’ I stared at her, my mouth hanging open. I almost told her how he’d. Ahead of her was the same small boy on a girl's bicycle, her sister at his side yelling, "Billie, give me my bike!" She pushed him and he fell, his head landing hard on the concrete sidewalk. The scene shifted quickly in blurry fast motion.She could not see details but sensed her sister's deep secret and the guilt she carried. She could feel the withdrawn little girl, then an awkward and quiet teenager, and finally a life of depression, drugs, and broken relationships. The film ended.