Then I made a few jam sandwiches, found somechocolate finger biscuits, some cheese and onion flavour crisps and afew other munchables in the cupboard ...nd put them on plates and thenonto the table.I rushed into my room and got out the party dress, given to me by Sarahand put it on the bed.I took off the clothes I had been wearing. I didn't want to get themdirty. I then went into my parent's bedroom and over to the dressingtable and sat down. As I was going to a party, I needed to wear. Calissa, surprised, did as she was told. He went out on the deck and she heard him banging against the wall. A few minutes later, he returned to her side with a large icicle in his hand. He put the tip into the fire to melt the sharp end some, but when he brought it back out it was over a foot long, at least six inches thick, and dripping and so cold looking.“Spread your legs,” is all he said. Calissa, as if under a spell, lifted her legs and spread her thighs wide apart. She knew what was. Lucky me.Twenty minutes later, he was floating quite close to me. Our bodies were making too much contact for dismissing. Not that it bothered me though. We were bouncing around due to the insisting waves, and inevitably, our bodies began bumping dangerously. But of course, we were not trying too hard to avoid that either. With each passing minute, we felt more comfortable with each other. Our hands started getting aloof and furtive. They were erratically prowling around, seldom touching. I could never hold this position for long on my own, but I have been balanced like a tripod, denying me the ability to tip over no matter how tired my muscles may become. Eric is ready to fuck me now. I wobble on the bench as my knees settle lower, relying on him to hold me still – hold me stable – while he fucks me. There’s something about being slightly off balance, the dependence on him to protect me, that exhilarates me. I like feeling weak and small and vulnerable. Quivering, wobbling and.