..please stay." Starr sat back down on the bed next to Della, and the small-talk began. She told me she was nineteen, and in college, but was working ...ith Della's group to make ends meet. The whole thing seemed bizarre, but I was fascinated by what I might see or hear next. Della explained, "We are both bi-sexual, and belong to a sort of fetish club. My fetish is younger women who are busty like me, and Starr is excited by older women. I hope you understand the relationship." I thought for a. "My towel is in the bag."Jo dropped the two bags and started to hunt for her new partner's towel. She found her own first and laid it out on the sand, which was baking under the midday sun. This gave her something cool to sit on, so she could finish unpacking, a couple of hats, her sunglasses and Yvette's precious towel.Yvette returned."Do we have any water?"Jo furnished her with a bottle."We're doing really well, don't you think?"They held a record of one win, one defeat, but Jo knew that the. "If your sister doesn't want to call usMommy she doesn't have to." That's right Pumpkin, Mom or even Momma are perfectly fine," Donnieadded as he came through the door into the kitchen. "Of course I havesurprises for little girls who call me Daddy." Daddy you bought us surprises?" echoed Tiffany, Sherry and even Becca.He handed them each a little box. "Don't open them yet I still have onemore."He looked at Rachel, "Dad will do just fine, or even just a big hug."Instead she hugged him as she. And you knew when she was about to explode -- she instinctively dug her fingernails into my arms, my back when she was about to cum. It was a good kind of hurt, and luckily none of my coworkers at that time asked why I occasionally had little crescent-shaped scars on my arm.In any case, it was the frequent oral that got me to the event which led me to write this story. One night, as she was performing a "tongue job," she slipped her finger between my buttocks and gently flicked her nail across.