“Let me tell you about some family history.” she said as she played with her right nipple. “Grampa took both mom’s and aunt Marie’s cherries... Mom relieved you of your virginity. And in order to keep the family tradition alive, well, you need to fuck me!”Dumbfounded by this incredible revelation, I stood there staring at her chest, watching her run her fingers over her nipples, stopping every now and then to pull and tweak them. Still mesmerized, I watched her right hand slip down into the. The first person to get an ace will be in charge. The person to get the joker will become the plaything of the other three.”The tension was there despite the fact that the game was rigged and we all knew who would get each of those two cards. This was, after all, part of a business venture for the younger woman, April. April and my wife had met each other at horse shows and, despite the 15 year difference in their ages, had started hanging out together. Overindulgence in wine and. I walked into my form room. Closed the door behind me, and began to strip off as I walked to my locker in the corner. I opened the door, pulled out my skirt, tights, knickers, a white fitted blouse and the most precious; those shoes. I had my back to the door, tights and blouse on as I was fumbling with my skirt when the door opened and closed again. I didn't even turn round and look; I knew who it was. "you're brave!" He said. "How did you know it wasn't someone else?" I turned round as I. ” she chuckled to herself. “But I’m making them on my own terms.”“Fucking up on your own terms.” I nodded. “I remember.” We both looked at each other for a bit before I felt my mouth opening again. “Am I ... is this ... us having sex. Is that you fucking up?”Molly’s expression didn’t change. Not humor, not discomfort, not anything. “I don’t know.” she told me plainly. “I mean, if you were to view this from the outside, probably I shouldn’t be having sex with you. I shouldn’t have had sex with.