..connect...Marilynn and Daisy nodded to the mechanical, feminine voice speaking through their minds. “Yes, connect,” they both said together, smi...es on their lips. Their nipples ached and their pussies were wet, clenching about the tentacle that united them. “So many girls to connect with here.”In unison, they opened the front doors to the five story, stone manor house converted into the Kensington Boarding School. It perched on a grassy hill in the English countryside, far from the modern. I figured mom wouldn’t be home until midnight at the earliest, great I thought, 8 hours to myself and I’ll need all of them. I slid my backpack off the one shoulder I had it draped over and laid it on the table beside the note and grabbed a beer from the fridge. I twisted the cap off and downed it almost instantly. Partly due to the heat outside but mostly just trying to numb my mind. I wanted to check the answering machine for messages before I headed downstairs to my room. Or my fortress of. Sitting down, he guided me over onto his knees, trapping my legs; lifting my skirt again, he caressed my ass cheeks and between my thighs, which were hot and wet. Tapping tenderly on my pussy, the tips of his fingers were catching my clit - ohhhh, the sensations I was getting were unbearable. All of a sudden, slap, slap, slap, slap, made me jump. I moaned with the vibrations I was feeling right through to my core. Pushing my ass higher, I heard him giggling, ‘You want more, do you, my sweet. Mom was an only child. We had always assumed that Dad was too, and knowing that he had once had a twin sister didn't really change the present. The last of our grandparents had died over five years before, so we pretty much were the family. We made the best of it. The Davises were out of town for the weekend. Tom's parents had invited them to Denver. The only good part of this was discovering that distance did not seem to make a difference when it came to bridging. We spent time every night.