”In a way, I felt funny having Colette’s hand on my dick while comparing it to others that had been in her hands. It seemed like there must have b...en a lot of them. But it brought to my mind that I had been a virgin when we met when she introduced me to sex in such an interesting, joy-filled, and guilt-free way. After having been raised with and around so many people who made sex a veiled and even taboo subject, Colette approached it with a joie de vivre that was infectious. And having been. As she got up on the stool we could see she had no underwear on. She looked over at us and smiled. At midnight the woman, Mary and a group of us headed out to the beach. Everyone stripped, put their clothes on blankets and went into the lake. The water was warm and there was a full moon. I saw Mary approach you from behind and put her arms around you. She started caressing your breasts. She turned you around and gave you a passionate kiss. I went over to the two of you and hugged you both with. Liira gasped, and I took it as a signal to stimulate my mother's other erogenous zone, rubbing my other hand against the sleek satin that hid her groin. The dampness that had originally demarcated the cleft at her groin had spread, soaking up around much of her pubic region and discolouring the red of the fabric. I raised that hand to my nose, scenting my mother's sexual secretions before I held the same hand out to Liira. She wrinkled her nose in mock disgust, and tried to turn away; I clapped. "Sort of, yes." I feel that I don't even really know who I am. That I'm just starting tofigure it out and mom tries to drag me back to the way she wants me to beevery time I say or do something not according to the master plan." She means well," Marcia felt compelled to say in Claire's defense.Because it was true, Claire did mean well. "She just...well, sometimesshe takes it for granted that there is only the one best way to live andthe one best world to live in and it's the one she believes.