No chance of meeting anyone who would know you.I reached up under your skirt, and raised it above the tops of your thigh highs. My hand exploring up t... the crotch of your panties, finding them damp already as I watched you bite your lip."Buckle up." I think you will enjoy this adventure"You buckled the seat belt and looked at me. The nervous look on your face told me you were not sure you wanted to do this. I knew that you could stop it but just saying no. I would let you stop it at anytime you. That I was sick for encourging it.But... as disparaging and insulting She was on my very worth as a person and woman, I inhaled each email from Her like it was PURE oxegen!Then I wake up next morning, guilt and shame catching up with me, full of self loathing anger for what I'd aloowed myself to sink to, for the woman who was laughing and who I meant nothing to, but for whom was fast becoming the focus of my life.Then I'd write Her back, sharing my most depraved and lurid sexual fantasies with. Think Greek god statues. But instead of white marble, envision darkest mahogany. Flawless and smooth, except for a small scar by his right eye that emphasized the crinkle when he smiled. He was outgoing and chatty as he soaped up his perfect body. ("Those should be MY hands lathering up your pubes," I thought to myself.) It turned out Ranjeet's parents came to the States from southern India, but he was born in California.Dark hair covered his chest. It was practically invisible against the. But I knew there was no way I was going to stop them. They were famous teasers and together in a group were unstoppable."Gawd, Mom and Katie said you'd grown up, but not--" Emma started as the girl I'd loved since I was two years old pulled me even closer."They didn't say he'd become Mr. Hunk though," Jackie interrupted.We were on Hopkins Island, an island sitting in the Atlantic, a twenty minute ferry ride from the mainland, an island that was named for a great, great, great, great grandfather.