I'll never forget when my grandmother died two years ago. I bawled in Kayla's arms. She means that much to me.In the last year or two, my best friend,...Kayla, has changed a bit, she's gotten more adventurous, more impulsive, not crazy or reckless, just a bit more daredevil.I found this out one afternoon when she picked me up, she often could get one of her parent's cars when I couldn't, and had told me we were heading for the beach.Well, we live about thirty minutes from the ocean and that. ”Before I could say anything, Izzy cracked open the door, peered out down into the courtyard again, and forced me out onto the veranda.“Okay, go now, honey,” Izzy instructed, and then turned and headed down the stairs.I quickly moved over the veranda crosswalk to the other side of the building, and quietly as I could, made my way down toward room twenty-eight. I looked over my shoulder several times, checking to make sure Izzy’s husband didn’t suddenly pop out of the reception office downstairs. ....As we lay in silence, wrapped around each other and recovering from what only be described as sexual euphoria, my mind started to dwell on the possible consequences of our actions. What had we done? What were the girls thinking now? The same doubts that were creeping into my mind? Would this be the ruination of our previously beautiful relationships? The mental torture started.Sue was the first the first to break the impasse, her thoughts very much in line with mine. "Oh my God! I'm so. They could see her excitement and mixed reactions displayed so clearly in every movement.For a while he left her to hang there. The guests used the opportunity to touch her and to feel the movement in her body that they so enjoyed watching. Someone gently slapped her pubic mound, making her body swing slightly in its suspension. Another reached forward to pinch one of the erect nipples that quivered before them. Another let their finger slide between the lips of her sex - smiling to the.