"He was going to spend several years in a military prison, and after completing his sentence would have been dishonourably discharged, with no pension...and no references. They had a son, and Ffion wanted to do the best for him. I admired her; I didn't hate her, or blame her for anything."Mortimer lifted a lip in a sardonic smile. "Your id and super ego are still battling to control your ego, Des. Believe me, your anger towards Ffion was the first trigger." OK, so what is the second trigger?". Stella longs to let Saskia enjoy the best ballet lesson she ever had, at a rare occasion of practising fully nude.Stella tells of the time she wanted to practise some positions at home with my help, especially in her tip-toes.She misses the mirrors and the barre from her lessons, so I should help her to perfect her position in our room.Stella is indeed a sexy sight, as she does her spreads and bends with her long legs wide, her bums so close.Saskia feels Stella's hands at her hips to lift her. I pull him to his feet so you can see us both. I take the drink from his hand and place it on the end table. I pull my top up over my head revealing the black lace lingerie. You smirk knowing that what's underneath is so much better. You can tell he's impressed. His hands on my hips pulling me into him. He leans in and kisses me. His hands on my back pulling me closer as he grinds his hips against mine. He's kissing me hard. His hands run down lower to my ass, squeezing and caressing my ass. I. .. discussing our, uh, situation.” Sara flashed a quick glance at Julie and blushed again.“What situation is that, Julie?” I asked her.“Well, with the four of us being naked and all,” She glanced at Sara. Sara gave her a little nod and her cheeks turned even pinker. Sara looked at me nervously. Julie continued. “Well, Mike and I have been thinking it might be fun to ... well, to swap with you guys once.” Sara continued to stare at me, gauging my reaction, I guess. I knew better than to jump up.