Her hair was short and white as snow, not grey or out of place in anyway. Her head kept still as she did the breast stroke. Her long legs exaggerated ...y her high cut swim suit. They looked silky smooth as the water flowed off them with little ease. Each stroke her legs parted and came together in an erotic manner.With my heart pumping hard I finally finished to swim that I had set myself, resting at the end of the pool for one last minute I looked for the lady but she was not there. How. Such a big sorority doesn’t just have its members… there are other people, all of them stranded by the storm: the CCL cook, the CCL maid, the woman who drives the beer truck… and another woman: a missionary, hoping to show the notoriously free-spirited, horny, extremely gay sisterhood of CCL the light of God.And there’s one more car parked outside: an unmarked, white sedan. The woman who brought that car, a police detective, is also stuck here during the storm.The house itself is even older. “Everyone OK?” Called out Captain Tasha; leader to the group just making their way out of the pod and gathering their things. Hoisting a satchel filled with supplies, the tall woman combed her fingers through her long brown hair to clear her vision while the rest of her crew made their way out of the pod.“Some bruises and a few light burns from the heat ma’am, but for the most part we’re alright.” Called out Jacobs the medical officer, helping another crew member out of the door who wore a. But right now, I suppose we'd all better get dressed; we wouldn't want to shock him at first sight."They were all quite proper when Brad McKeever arrived, but Eddie noticed that his sister wore no bra, that her piquant little tits were pushing alluringly against a thin tee shirt, and that her hip-huggers called attention to the trimness of her saucy ass.Brad was a big guy, about forty, Eddie figured; he had a streak of grey in the dark brown hair, and his eyes were a deep hazel. He seemed open.