Whatever you want to call them. The only ones that really are in question are Elyse, Bethany, and Karin. The rest don’t matter. Dump them! Now.”�...I’d add Anna, Erin, and Joyce to that list.”“Maybe, but I don’t think so. I’m telling you now. The bullshit has to stop.”“Just what Joyce said, which is why she needs to be on the list. She’d make a good ally for you, I think.”“To replace Jennifer? I don’t think so. Joyce is too uptight. If you tell her about you and me, she’ll freak out. Karin came. I stood outside watching as she selected a few skirts blouses and jackets. Every now and then she would look out the door and see me looking at her , she would smile and carry on looking around the store. When she headed to the fitting room out the back i made my move in to the store heading past the sales girl " My wife just went in to try some garments on " as i confidently entered the fitting room hallway my target had just entered the room at the end and hadn't closed the door ,i paused. This resonated with Becca; while her first sexual partners were her father, brother, uncles, and grandfathers, she had been taught by her mother, her sister, and her aunts. They had been the ones who had taught her about sexual pleasure, and who had been with her for the first time with the men of the family.Becca had briefly wondered whether DNA testing would determine specific ancestry, but then realized that with so many ancestors derived from the same individuals, consanguinity was. “Sure, whatever”! I thought. “They each found one and that’s how I ended up in the tent and they were happily fucking in the trailer. Some friends I have, at the sight of some arse, they drop you like a hot potato.” Not that I necessarily wanted to find another woman. My girlfriend and I had just broken up a few weeks earlier and I was in no mood of getting involved with anybody else, even a one-night stand. Things had gone quite well with her in the beginning. She seemed to be quite.