So it should be hot.As I flung the silky black covers from my body I shivered once more. Cursing myself for wearing only a pair of panties and a bra I...felt my way to my dresser.I breathed in slowly ‘Come on Sophia..’ I said quietly ‘This is your room…you know were these things are..’ I exhaled.But everything seemed to have been moved around. I stubbed my toe then yelped out ‘Owchie!’ I frowned and sat down landing my firm ass on a pair of heel’s I jumped and hit my head on the low ceiling. I. As for dad, curiosity was the main culprit, until he took over.Surrender was the order of the day for my aunt Celia, I guess.Now it is time to sort out my feelings and decide if I am to continue sexually re-exploring myself, or am I being victimized?At breakfast, Celia begged forgiveness and told me, "You know, dear, your mother used to brag to us girls about your father's rather prodigious 'pole'!" After she passed on," Celia continued, "and being a bisexual, I just had to try your daddy; but. You’re using strength to fight strength. That only works if you’re stronger than your opponent and they’re stupid enough to fight you like that. It also lets your opponent dictate the fight. Now, your turn. Slap me.’ Oh, this was going to feel good. I flashed a hand at her face to deliver a stinging slap, except Diane wasn’t there anymore. She had leaned back just enough to make sure my hand whistled harmlessly past her face, then she grabbed my wrist, twisted and flipped me over her shoulder.. After a few minutes Karen started hitting the same green I was workingon and I turned to congratulate her on her accuracy, especially using myold clubs, which were weighted for a man. Then I wondered how she couldswing those heavy clubs with any accuracy."Not bad at all, hon," I applauded her effort. "Aren't those clubs alittle heavy, though?" Well, maybe, but I like the way they feel," she replied in a neutralvoice."What are you hitting?" I asked, thinking she would be using a 3 or a.