"I held the gold ring over the same finger that wore the silver ring."No!" That got his attention. "You can't know what will happen!" Then take me out...on our date!" I demanded.Panic filled Mark's face. He lurched at me and grabbed my arms. Ididn't let that stop me though. Despite his attempt to stop me, I puton the gold ring.* * *When I woke up in my bed, I thought the weekend had been a dream. WhenI sat up, my breasts assured me that the weekend had actually happened.Wait, I shouldn't have. As it fell to the wayside, the robe fell open as well, giving her an almost unrestricted look at the body beneath. A view that became total as she reached up and carefully slid it off Vivian's shoulders, letting it drop to the floor.Claire had always thought she had kept her body in great shape for someone her age, but looking at this woman before her made her reconsider that thought. Six years older, Vivian had the body a woman a decade younger than Claire would've been envious of.Her breasts. After all, she wanted to dress well after her self-inflicted orgy.The house was quiet. Incredibly quiet, the way only a large, deserted enclosure can be. The stillness almost had a sound to it, a muffled heaviness which almost hung oppressively, mysteriously, and not at all with a sense of comfort about it. Sharon Court slipped out of her room barefoot and padded down the long narrow, shadowy hall toward the stairs. She recalled the fleeting and misty dream of running down this same hall last. I hoped to have daddy enjoy her, but if she wanted to wait for the boy she loved, I understood that. Daddy took my cherry, and it was magical, even if Sam was present.We pulled our hands out of the other's panties. I spun around on the bed, my breasts swaying. I leaned over it to grab my schoolbag, kneeling, my rump pointed at my friend. I shuddered as she flipped up my skirt and tugged down my panties, her hot lips kissing at my rump.Thank you, Daddy, for talking to her, I thought. And thank.