Then, someone was standing in front of her. It was Coach McKinley. He asked her if she’d like to dance. WTF? The guy was at least fifty. He reached ...ut and caught her hand, pulled her up to her feet. Come on, he said, I’m a great dancer. He wasn’t joking. He must have learned to dance during World War II, Caitlyn thought. Foxtrot, quickstep, all that shit. He had his arm around her waist like a gentleman. Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all.Then the music changed to a slow song. He still kept. So, purely by accident, she had located the bastards who caused her so much grief.She mulled it over during her city walk, and decided these evil pricks must be punished, but had to decide how, when and by whom.Mid afternoon, she returned to their hotel, and after swimming a few laps, lay on a lounger to cogitate on her best way of having these pricks suffer big time. She decided first off, not to say anything to Brian until she had a workable plan.They had dinner downstairs, and returned to. “I bet they are.”“Want to see the photos?” I asked her.“Yes!” she exclaimed, her excitement not really that related to the pictures.I opened the photo app and found the first pic, and then positioned the phone so that both of us can watch the screen without breaking our current stride. My precum already dripped onto her back, and I was now sliding effortlessly across her skin.“Oh, this one is sexy as hell,” Snowy said, examining the photo on which she and Lydia were in a tight grip, kissing. And then I got my senses back. They’d probably havejoined forces and kicked my ass upside down. No, Ineeded to stay where I was and see what else was goingto happen with these family cats.Traci’s eyes were closed now, and she pumped hesitantlyat the finger that continued to ream her cunt. Shesaid, “Ohhhh … ” in a soft, dreamy voice, and herthighs moved, rubbing at Karen’s fisted hand where itrested between them.Karen still held one of my sister’s tits,.