Sometimes I imagined that I was an underwear model marching infront of a crowd that looked at me with admiration and desire, but most ofthe times I dr...amed that I was my own mother. I imagined myself walkingaround the house half-naked like she used to, or sunbathing on the beachwearing a minimal bikini with all eyes fixed on my barely covered ass.After some time this ritual became routine, I started to feel the need formore, my curiosity had been woken up and I wanted to know more about. Aaron stopped me at the doorway and asked where I was going. I told him I needed some air and he joined me. “That was fun to watch,” he said offering me a drink from his glass. I took a sip and said, “What was ‘fun to watch?’” He smiled at me and pulled me into his arms as he said, “You and Kristie. I think you were drooling.” I looked up at him and shook my head. I wanted to argue with him, but he was right. I was drooling. Aaron pinned me against the wall and kissed me so fast I had no time. It's only that most of those girls even don't know it themselves because they have been brought up to be ashamed to be naked in public. But I think, thanks to this ADP stuff our government came up with, more girls and probably also boys, will learn that they like to be looked at when they are naked."Sandra looked around her again, and still noticed all the attention they were getting. While she liked the attention, it also prevented her to say the things she wanted to say. Because she wanted to. ’” “Domina?” “It’s what Roman slaves called their mistresses.” I leaned in, “And I’m going to call you, ‘Pet.’” “Oh…” Josie groaned, closing her eyes and licking her lips, “I like that very, very much.” “We’re kind of kinky, huh?” I laughed breathily, “I mean, normal girls -and I know normal girls don’t fuck their sisters-, but besides that, normal girls aren’t into this weird shit right away, right?” “We’re far from normal. We always were.” “We’ve always been freaks, just not in the sheets;.