Our kissing was passionate, our hands everywhere. Sam reached for my cock and I grabbed her bum. I then pulled her cycling shorts down. I grabbed at h...r pussy through some flimsy knickers she was wearing.We pulled apart, Sam shed her remaining clothes and we headed upstairs to my bed. I had spent months dreaming and thinking about what I wanted to do with Sam and what I wanted from her. Right now we both needed a raw hard fuck.Sam lay on her back and spread her legs; her shaved lips were. She left us just three months later, hence dad's devastation.For some reason, he never seemed to relate to other women like he did with mom. Perhaps it was the closeness of high school, the forced co-ed status, who knows? Dad was always shy around other women. I don't know about his school days, just later.I grew up, fortunately, with my gandparents, while dad worked, but he was quite successful and we spent countless times together, almost like an older brother type thing.I was the spitting. They teased her relentlessly, stopping just short of making her cry, and as her eighteenth birthday approached they told her that her party would be her "Becoming a Woman" celebration.And that's what had led to all this. The parental recriminations, the authoritarian decision, the flight to Ireland and now this train trip across the country.Belinda sighed, remembering what had happened, and wishing things had gone differently, even as she enjoyed the passing scenery.The other five had planned. I blushed adeep red as I said, "Ok, but there is a reason I'm wearing the bandana,so be warned."I removed the bandana revealing the word sissy suntanned into myforehead. This time she laughed out loud."Wow, you guys are really going for it. Do you go to the beach likethis?"I explained that we kept all our activities to the villa which was verysecluded.She made me lay on the bed again and, taking a pair of tweezers, shestarted plucking at my eyebrows. Now that was painful. Each time aneyebrow.