And a pillow fight starts. She was wearing a t-shirt and pyjama and I was in my vest and shorts. All through the fight her boobs were jumping and I co...ldn’t take my eyes away from them, and then she blow a shot on my head, it hurts and I held her down, she was lying and I was on top of her and was holding her hands above her head not allowing them to move and my feet over hers putting them down, only then I realized how close we were. Our face was just few inches apart and I could bet she. " Which earned me a laugh and a warning dig in the ribs from my best beloved.The day before Pam was due to leave Nita and Mary appeared looking a little flustered - I had opened the door to find them there, both obviously concerned. They started talking together - so I held up my hands, stopped them, and said, "Not on the doorstep, come on - in you come, kettle's just boiled - any problems will wait until we have a cup of tea in our hands."So in they came - Mary rather fidgety I thought, while. “True, but at seventeen we have an entire life to show the world that we are not sluts.”She looked at me over the rim of her round glasses. “Really, do you want to go there? We are sluts, you know it, I know it and half the staff at the castle knows it.”She did have a point there. Ever since our sexuality had awoken we had used the male staff for our pleasure, sometimes even having them watch us as we licked each other or fucked our tight pussies with large dildos. I guess it was a benefit. .. more like nag me. It took all my control to not hang up on her as she went on and on at me about bills, work, relationships. She had to know every detail of my life before she was satisfied. "Mmhm," I muttered, "Yep, I understand you're worried... I've just been... busy at work."She was flapping again- if she had it her way I'd still be living at home, even though I'm almost twenty five. "Yes ok! I'll ring you soon. Bye" I put the phone down on the table next to my sun lounger. It was so.