I want this to celebrate love, not cloaked lust. The blurred distinction between the two may be semantics, but to my inner bitch it’s all about torr...d execution. As I wither and She blossoms, the fractured mirror between my worlds affords glimpses of my body being besieged like a virus through a hapless host. Nipple tweaks turn to pinches. My 36Cs begin to feel like E cups ready to burst and I thrash my head from side to side against the plasterboard, moaning, utterly possessed. The top few. Since we didn’t have any luggage, we walked to a high end beachwear store along the main drive. The store was also near Mercer’s Pier. The pier was where we had hung out with Lucy.Tasha bought a pair or jeans and two bikinis. She also bought a male cut sports type jacket. She insisted I buy a swim suit, and a jeans outfits. The idea was to dress for dinner in something never of us had worn before. It was kind of a new start, or maybe an alternate reality.We returned to the Hotel for dinner at. The family consisted of the boy, his mother (a widow), his 4 sisters, and 2 brothers. All of them were much elder than the boy I gave a lift to.I was asked to sleep on the terrace. This was the place where the housemaid also slept. I was tired of riding the whole day and requested the maid to massage me, which she started doing it. Things got a little erotic, and we started kissing.This is when the widow lady, wearing a white dress, came to the terrace and angrily asked the maid to sleep. "Take your clothes off, Jan. you wouldn't want Carrie to think you don't want to play too, do you?" then he showed her the knife and she began to remove the business suit she had on as he apprised her body.She was a little smaller than her mom, smaller tits too, she had a shaved pussy and blushed when she noticed he had been watching her undress, "Blanche, in my bag, you'll find another pair of bracelets, put them on sis for me," Blanche walked over and bent down, searching his bag, hoping to.