“We are going to make everyone in her sorority and garden club think she’s gone kinky.” Cyn’s big tits were suddenly the focus of RD’s atten...ion. “Huh? She’s uglier than a molting buzzard.” RD’s observation is spot on. “Yeah, we are going to need a government grant for this project,” Dave quips. “Nope, but we will need RD’s pickup overnight.” Cyn smiles. “I’ll enlist Ricky the wino. We can get some of Jill’s old lingerie and use your fancy video camera to record the action.” Cyn is good at. The girl could not of been more than nineteen years of age with shoulder length blonde hair, she was slim wearing a pair of Russian army trousers tucked into her boots. Her uniform shirt could not hide the swellings of her breasts as she turned in profile in the light of the barn. She seemed to be relaxed and strangely not carrying her weapon, totally out of order during wartime, when you ate, slept and made love with your weapon within easy reach. It seemed as if the enemy inside the barn were. “You. Me. Us.”“And your feelings for me?”“How serious would it be if I were to say «daisuki»?”Kimiko smiled, “You mean you want to spend time alone with me? As we have almost every evening?”I chuckled, “I think we’re mixed between American and Japanese dating customs. Then I suppose it’s OK to say «daisuki».”“Only if you mean it,” she said quietly.“It’s complicated by our different cultures. And the fact that you might go home in a little over three years.”“Unless I have a reason to stay.”“But. "You can kill us or join us." What?!" Mom and I both replied."You know, I still haven't told your son about the times we'played,' or when we double-teamed the coach's son." But, but that was years ago," Mom replied, starting to backaway."And you don't think your son deserves the same treatment?"Aunt Heather replied.I just sat there dazed. I never expected this. Just the thoughtof Aunt Heather again, much less just Mom, or even the two of themtogether, had my cock recovering. It slowly.