She reaches down, wrapping her hand around the shaft and starts slowly pumping it.“You are really hoping to fuck her again, aren’t you?” she ask..., seemingly able to read his mind.“I don’t know. I haven’t quite decided,” he answers.Still stroking, she feints shock. “Oh, so it wasn’t that good then?”“Oh, I don’t know. I mean she was tight and new—virgin new,” he says, trying to suppress the chuckle coming up in response to her giggle.“I know you all too well, Justin,” his sister says accusingly.. A couple of hours went by and the guys were ready to turn in for the night. Somewhat disappointed because Heather and I were up for a all night fuck-a-thon, we reluctantly agreed and told them to go to sleep because Heather and I were going to stay up a while and talk. The boy's staggered to there tents and settled down in there sleeping bags. Heather and I, still horny, started making out, covering each other with kisses and wild fondling, something we had done many times before. After several. It must have been around for a week or more before I heard it. By then it was too late. The photographer titled the image Queen of Winter when she entered it in a regional photo contest.They say reputation for power is power. For me, that is certainly true. The nickname morphed into several versions—Dark Queen, Dark Lady, Winter Queen, even Ice Queen, though that was sarcasm when spoken. Add that to the distinctly British style of my suit at Sheila's wedding. The common thread is royalty or at. So I used a different tact over the next few months, mentioning how so and so looked different, with Rick saying that maybe she got a boob job. I said, “Maybe I should get one” and after awhile Rick starting saying, “go ahead, what ever floats your boat”. It now had been almost nine months since I caught Beth and Rick fucking in the pool house and he never stopped fucking around. He was still fucking Beth and what ever other tail he could find, as I could taste the flavor of other women on his.