The man was dark haired, olive skinned, flowers in his hair. As he approached, I felt relief and excitement. My view roamed across him and I moved for...ards, relaxed, casual movements. I noticed the hair on muscled arms as I moved them, the flatness of my male chest.The dark man lay under me in the bracken. I could feel his hardness press against my hip, the strange pulse of my own sensation as it pressed against him. I felt the arousal, the panting breath and the weird otherness, the unfamiliar. "Ever get caught before? What about girlfriends, didn't they ever find a strange pair hidden in a drawer?" No." I said, thinking about how ordinary this was feeling. "I was always careful. When I was getting close to a girl, the urge to wear them would go away, and I'd throw them out. When things cooled down, I'd get the urge again." So I take it you're not seeing anyone at the moment?" she asked inquisitively."No, no one now - unless you count you."She was silent. I wasn't sure if that was a. Trina's teeth bit down lightly on her lower lip and a soft moan escaped from deep inside Bree. Her body felt like it was awash in flames that burned hotter the longer the kiss went on. Months of confused feelings and desire poured out of Trina through the kiss. Trina finally broke it and pulled Bree close to her. Her head rested on Bree shoulder. "Are you really sure about this Bree" Trina asked quietly. "No but yes at the same time" she took Trina's hand and their eyes again met. "I know it's. Well mom did agree to go and we arrived at the cabin around 5:30 Friday night. We soon had a roaring fire going. Dinner was a chicken salad. We acted like sisters, as we puttered around in the kitchen. Tossing lettuce at each other and laughing. I made sure that the wine flowed heavy while we ate. By 9:30 we were sitting back in front of the fire in our pajamas. Mine were a type of baby doll and mom wore one of those gowns that barely covered your ass and cunt. I couldn't help but sneak peeks.