A wonderful start to that long day, I thought to myself. Suddenly, I felt it. There, again… definitely it was more than just a quick accidental cont...ct. A pair of hands was rubbing my buttocks through my tight skirt. I should normally be offended, but that soft contact felt so good…It was not an aggressive groping. Those hands were exploring the contours of my firm butt as though it was a masterpiece of art. Whispering a low moan, I pushed slightly back into the hands and was rewarded with more. Both were brunettes and both shared the same wicked sense of humour. They were often mistaken for twins but were in fact totally unrelated. Louise was the sporty one of the group, over 5'7", with very short mousy hair. Louise was never still always in the pool or kicking a ball about; a sheer bundle of energy. Jenny always seemed the odd one out, petite, only 5'4", black shiny hair cut in a bob, and very much the introvert. Apart from Claire who'd joined the group a year back they'd all been. We're twelve not two." A lot of twelve year-olds are not very responsible." Neither are adults. Look at my parents. They drink all the time."Sam was nursing his lip a few times already and I asked, "How are your injuries?" They hurt like hell." Sam, you do not know what that means. Your injuries hurt you. I told you guys many times that we have to think like a military unit not some preschoolers. You had a form of post combat stress. You will grow out of it or control it yourself if there is. Great. Then my cousin surprised me. She showed up in jeans, a tight tee shirt and boots. “We have some unfinished business to do”, she said locking my granparents front door. She undid her jeans and pulled out her shirt. I need you to fuck me like you fucked my cousins. I was a little embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think you would know”… “Shut up and fuck me five times and give me your loads.” She had gotten awfully demanding now that she was married. I helped her down with her jeans and.