They were different, but not better. On the plus side, his banging was now bruising a slightly different part of my pelvis, so that was good. Or maybe...that was bad. Did it mean I would be more bruised or just the same amount of bruised but with the bruise more spread out?Morris felt me move and opened his eyes to look down at me. I looked back at him and gave him a little smile of encouragement. Then Morris glanced sideways and I saw the expression on his face change as he suddenly remembered. .. I certainly didn’t love him or anything ... I just wanted to have sex with a teacher, you know – be the bad girl at school ... Get a reputation!”“So, since the 90s ... It’s been in my mind ... You know, that to be a really bad girl, I needed to have sex with an animal – and for everyone I knew to know about it ... Then I met this guy...” She nods toward Darren again, “And he’s just as bad as me ... He has his perversions ... He likes to think of me having sex with everyone ... Men, women,. . particularly another girl who was also his sister. But rather than chew on the fact that, somehow, she no longer could feel that scorn, she simply accepted the fact that things had changed. She had changed. It wasn't the unimaginable, agonizing kind of change that her best friend and boyfriend had experienced. But it was a real, fundamental change in her own psyche. And it was okay. Her young mind simply decided to accept it. And that included accepting how these changes might affect her. She seemed to be mesmerized by my huge cock that was standing tall for my sister to see. She quickly looks up and says with a grin on her face, How do you like my swimsuit? I quickly answer and say how I absolutely love it. So we quickly grabbed a few things and headed for the beach. When we got there, I was surprised that not many people were at the beach. Most were at the bigger beaches to the North and South of here. So now we are finally at the beach. I am totally amazed at how pleasant.