”“Not at all Jackie, make yourself at home for the week.”With that she rose and scampered off.I got up, refilled the bourbon, retrie...ed a cigar andsat back down, an hour later Jackie reappeared.“I feel much better now.”I turned my head and watched Jackie walk to the railing.The sun was almost in the exact place it was yesterdaywhen she was standing there wearing only my t-shirt.This time however she was not wearing that t-shirt.Jackie was wearing a pink camisole.. "Well, here we are, handsome," she said as they entered the bathroom. And then, because she always did this, it seemed the natural thing for her to do she unsnapped her hiking shorts and pulled the zipper down. The fly gaped open. She began to tug them down. They fit tightly and she had to squirm her sexy ass and nubile hips as she drew them from her loins.She wore black bikini panties, just a wisp of silk stretched across her pelvis. The crotchband was sodden with the overflow from her. Sally pulled the other chair over right next to us.“Can you at least tell me what I did wrong that made you so angry with me?” I asked after several seconds of uncomfortable silence.Twice she looked like she was preparing to say something and twice she changed her mind. “Screw it, it’s not as if it can make things any worse,” she finally sighed reluctantly. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” she admitted. “You were just a convenient target for my anger.”I waited for her to continue and watched the. Its built around a wooded valley that edges so far into the centre and extends far out and around the outskirts of the town. I had just walked out of the woodland cut when I heard someone shout my name. “Hey! Are you deaf? I’ve been shouting you for ages”. Turning around I saw it was one of my sisters Friends Celia. She is about 5ft in height with blond shoulder length hair average build wearing a pair of red framed glasses. Quiet outgoing and sometimes loud she was one of my sisters closest.