I’ll call Fenella, they can come over and help, her and Jamila, and bring some fabrics. They must have loads as they do textiles in college.”“Oh...great!” Saffie grinned, “and it doesn’t matter if they go a bit see-through if they get wet, for now.”“Haha! “ Cam laughed. “And Zanzie what are you like? Are you going to tell them to bring bikinis too?”Zann grinned and dialed... “Hey Fenzie, it’s Zann. Listen we need some help with fabrics, fancy coming over? With Jamila? ... It’s for some new. Kathy scooted into the bathroom and checked to make sure she wasn't wearing panties before she sat down on the toilet seat. The dream seemed so real and so, well, weird. Where in the world had that come from, she wondered as she brushed her teeth.As she was getting out of the shower and drying her hair, it struck her that, in spite of the apocalyptic orgasm her beloved had given her at bedtime, she was extremely horny. What to do?Join Billy and Christi? No. That would mean taking "dear" brother. Little did she know I had a crush on her. During my formative years, I remember accidentally walking in on my mother riding my father in coitus. She was in reverse cowgirl position, facing the door. I walked in on my beautiful mother’s voluptuous breasts glistening with sweat, bouncing rhythmically in time with my fathers thrusts. I then got yelled at and left immediately. But that vision stayed with me until at least a dream could become reality. I’ve managed over the years, to catch glimpses. ” “You’re joking, right?” I gave her a look showing her that I was serious. “Fine,” Ellie huffed. She dug her wallet out from her bag and handed me her license. The year 1991 stood apart from everything else on the card. She was just a kid. 23 years old and running around with a guy more than ten years her senior. I’m robbing the cradle. “What’s wrong officer? Does everything check out?” she snickered. “You’re, uh, you’re 23. You’re just a kid.” I handed back her license. “And that’s bad.