“Why aren’t I?” She casually asked, turning to face me.“Well…” I began, almost nervous from her question. “I mean… you mean more than ...hat to me.”“I’m aware I’m more than just a slut, squirt. Obama’s also more than a president. He’s a person.” She replied.“Obama?” I asked.She shrugged. “First person I could think of.”“Yeah, but a slut’s a bad thing. I-”“Why?” She interrupted.“Why is being a slut a bad thing?” I asked.“Yup.”“Well… It kind of devalues you. Like you’re just someone who just sells. I felt empty, but relieved. *After* cumming, having anything inside me is an awful feeling.I was led through the house, stumbling on my heels and my wobbly knees. I was pushed forward... ahhh... onto a bed. Soft, comfy, nice. My arms out in front, on my front, my legs still in the floor, I suddenly had a realisation... Oh no!!! No!!! I was in a very vulnerable position. I tried to move up the bed, by a firm hand on my back kept me in place.My legs were kicked further apart, I was too weak and. I said I didn't wanna get in, it was toocold. I went to walk back in the house when she grabed me by the waist,tossing me and her into the icy pool. We both came up out of the waterwith a scream from the chill, I looked over at her devilishly and pouncedon top of her, dunking her under water but in my vain attempt she took meunder too. We quickly came out again only this time we were very very close toeach other. Our bodies lightly pressing against one and other, ournipples barely touching.. “Come, let’s not waste time.” Taking Liza’s hand, I lead her into the house leaving their clothes where it was discarded. In the den a suspenseful silence awaits us. Five pairs of eyes are locked onto us, eager to see which way the day will go with Elizabeth. I suppose Paul informed everyone about the possible outburst.I also need a sign.On top of the landing, I turn to the naked Liza and kiss her softly, teasing her mouth with my tongue. She parts her lips, allowing my tongue entry. Her eyes.