Blushing, she looked away and did not say anything, just continued nibbling her slice of pizza. I opened the wine poured myself a glass and then poure... another for her. Moving across to the same chair, I asked if she had ever drunk a ‘good’ wine, to which she again blushed and said nothing.“Drink”, I said “red wine is good for the libido”She looked at me confused; obviously she did not know what libido was, but she took the glass and had a sip, she grimaced. I guess she had never had wine. Anyway, the Friday after school ended for the girls, Mom and Dad sat us down and told all of us that we were going on a camping trip upstate in an attempt to get us to bond with each other so that the home life could be happier. Well, as you have probably figured out, it didn’t go over real well. I was fine with it because I loved to camp. The girls on the other hand, not so much.Bella gave the shocked look and did the, “You want me to go days without a shower or proper toilet just to bond with. Sometimes they were so aroused by hearing each other moan that they visited each other. A "visit" meant that they lay in the same bed and did it to themselves and each other. Lisa was always wet and horny, Mel told me. She recalled a weekend where both were off duty and did nothing else but to finger and lick each other from climax to climax. When Lisa brought a guy, Mel would shamelessly masturbate all the time until they were done. And then she would "visit" Lisa and they would both enjoy her. Ms White buggered off down the valley immediately we were done - that connectivity obsession, again - reluctantly promising to come back to pick me up and give me a lift into Kendal for the next round. Which left me with a free couple of hours, so I went back to the hotel, enquired, politely, if there were any messages - there weren't - and then took myself back to Church Gate for lunch in the cafe there.Which was deserted, it being well past the season, but at least it was actually open. I was.