Estelle has been the apple of my eye for far longer than I care to remember: I would never like to see her upset about anything!"The two men smiled at...each other. A mutual understanding reached and agreed between them; even if only a perfunctory one.While Ted had been talking to Estelle's father, her mother had risen to her feet and had been studying the interloper in the life she had planned-out for her daughter, with a critical eye, plus a healthy measure of inherent disdain. Not that Daphne. Her focus remained there long enough for me to snap.The surge overtook my body, surprising me with its power, consuming every fibre on its way to burst from me. I pounced. Grabbed her ankle from my lap and flung it aside, lurching into the scissored gap to jam one knee against her damp panties as my hand snaked her curves to zero in on her throat.My face an inch above hers registered her eyes flashing. Surprise, perhaps. But unbridled need was greater. Our lips crushed and I took her breath,. I shyly bowed my head, too embarrassed to look at anyone. I had done something like this once before, when I had streaked on a beach, but I had had a day to prepare for that experience, and it felt more acceptable to be exposed on a beach than on a busy street. The people who saw me probably all did double takes; it is not a very common event to glimpse a nude lady strolling down the street. I felt the hot stares on my completely exposed flesh; I wondered if more attention was being focused on. “LAKE!” Echoed Sally.“LAKE... Laakkee!” my mother took up the chant and drew it out as a long squeaky call as she struggled to get up. I gave way and saw my aunts headed out the door toward the water, in the twilight. Mom was close behind, but she was dragging me along by my hand, the arm nearly pulled from the socket the first jerk was so unexpected.But I understood in a flash that the steamy overheating from that wild sexual saturnalia could be best refreshed by the, “LAKE!” I shouted as I.