While we were kissing and enjoying the feel of our skin against another, I realized the super tall Lena had somehow sneaked into the fray. I pulled he... to me and kissed her gently, but told her, "Lena, you are a sweetheart and that's what I want you to remain, my sweetheart. I want you to be my special friend, but not my fucking friend. Please let us just be special friends." I suppose I should be happy with seven ladies to enjoy," Lena said, a little melancholy. "You just present something I. “Well?” A smile returned to mom’s face as she gestured back to the swimsuit dangling from her hand.I took it from her slowly, reverently. The yellow and white striped top didn’t seem overly risky. There was plenty of coverage, it would almost be like wearing a shirt. And the blue bottom, with its matching yellow polka dots, it was almost like a pair of shorts. Well, panties anyway.My fingers traced the blue anchor embroidered into the top before glancing up at mom. “Ok!”“Does dad know about. ”, I answered. “Well, rumor is you’re with her every night.”, she stated. “If you’re talking about Chrissy Haynes, she is a client. I am training her on a regular basis. We have never been together outside the gym. If someone told you otherwise, they are a fucking liar.”, I answered.“No, someone said they saw you two in the gym several times…. That’s it.”, she giggled. “I’ve trained several women in martial arts, but she is the only one that I help with weights.”, I admitted. “That’s fine, I. When Kal was home, Perra seemed intent on taking every opportunity to make certain his balls stayed empty and her sex stayed full. By the end of the week, Kal was thankful that Gerda’s sex drive was subdued compared to the other two.A week after their night together Kal was woken up early that morning by a warm wet mouth on his prick.Kal groggily opened one eye, “Perra?”The young woman hummed an affirmative. “Not that I’m complaining, but why?” he noticed that while it felt good, she wasn’t.