They're your clothes. Might as well put them in your closet andchest of drawers." If you say so."With a little smile, she said, "I do."I found places ...or these clothes, and put them away.We got ready for bed, and as usually happens on weekday nights, she wasasleep in seconds. I laid there just thinking of what had happened. Wehad been told that supposedly the spirit of our friend Tammy was in ourhouse. I felt a cold chill when I thought 'supposedly'. My wife, becauseof this, had found out I was. I was the youngest at 13 and the other kids were 14 and 15 years old.Janet was making a hit with the boys by wearing one of the first bikini bathing suits any body had ever seen. She was also starting to fill out. The first night we were at the cottage she stayed over night with me and naturally we compared each others boobies. Mine were just coming in and weren't much more than a handful. Janet on the other hand could easily fill out the top of her bathing suit. She also had a lot more hair. I whispered how great she tasted. I also avoided certain spots. In essence, I tortured the young woman. I licked her pointy breasts but avoided her straining nipples and I teased the soft tender flesh of her inner thigh but left her pussy untouched. I even rolled her over onto her belly and licked my way down to her glorious ass, tonguing her firm orbs and teasing the path towards what lay between them, only to leave her rosebud unmolested. It drove her wild with desire and she begged me to. “Bret, watch the video, not me. I want you to cum like never before. Imagine your cock is in Krista and you are grudge fucking her for cheating on you, lying to you, taking your money. Treat her like the slut she is.”“Lana, I can’t,” I pleaded.“Yes, you can. And you will.” Lana crawled on my lap, kissed my lips and slid her tight pussy down over my throbbing cock. “Mmmmmm, that’s it. Right there. It feels so good. Now fuck me. Take that anger you have pent up for her and channel it and.