. it felt great." Better than me?" Not better. Different. Wonderful ... ohhh ... Thinking about it has me about to cum again."Lauren's butterflies had...returned. What in the world was going on? A few quiet, quick steps brought her to a low hedge and enough of a view to see into the Glade. What she saw blew her mind.Hannah was on her back, skirt flipped up, panties loose around one ankle, her legs wrapped around her twin brother's waist. Georges was slowly fucking his sister, the dark-haired girl. "Oh, God," he panted as his heart threatened to beat out of his chest. She arched her back off the desk as he thrust himself into her slowly, her breasts rising into the air with every surge of his hips. She was a goddess, her body a temple, so tight and hot as if it had been made for worship. James ran his hands over her tanned skin, mapping the soft flesh with his fingertips."Harder," she begged him and James shoved himself harder into her, fucking her as if he meant to break her. She moaned. She was good to talk to because she always had a solution for everything and talked more than she listened. Once grandpa died when I was seventeen, though, she lost part of her mind. She gave away my grandfather’s belongings of worth to my aunt’s family while my mother and siblings got the old junk like a pocket watch that didn’t work and a box of old belt buckles. I ended up with nothing that belonged to my grandfather because I was the oldest grandchild and had spent the most time with him.. M. Claire finally got herself moving. She took a shower, threw on a pair of slacks, a blouse, a light sweater, and her walking shoes and drove to the mall. It was a nice day and she went to the men’s department in Bloomingdale’s and picked up a few things for Michael that he might need when he went back to the university in the fall. By then it was noon and she went to ‘The Cheese Cake Factory’ and had a salad and a slice of cheesecake for lunch.Claire perused the boutiques for a couple of.