We were able to get relatively clean for the first time in days.Late the next day we made it back to Cape Town with all the stones rough cut. I had ex...erimented and found I could turn one stone against another and polish the stones as the lathe did. Some of dad's copper pence were used to hold the diamond dust to finish the job. Many were small because of the flaws that precluded the larger stones.Mom greeted us at the door and hurriedly ordered us out of our clothing and into a bath. I had. Now I find myself having sexual fantasies about both my girlfriend’s mum and sister. Fantasies are healthy and part of life. That’s all well and good, although my fantasies are now starting to get out of control.A few months ago, I was at my girlfriend’s house. Her mum has recently returned home from a day out and immediately went to have a shower and get changed. Thinking nothing of it, it wasn’t until I went to the bathroom later that night, where my opportunist mindset kicked in. As I. She said good evening, blew me a kiss through the fence and walked back to her home. I was pretty fucked up. I wasn't sure how I would ever concentrate on anything ever again. I remembered that I was supposed to be going out tomorrow night on a first date with Traci, a big titted girl I met at the beach. Funny how things change. Here I was trying to think of an excuse to get out of the date with Traci because a woman I had lived next to for years had made me a very happy (and horny). All she had felt was regret at ruining the moment – there was no satisfaction in denying her own needs. She didn’t plan on going crazy. But she did want to let go just once, to misbehave, maybe to fool around before things got too heavy. That’s what burned inside her as she decided to get out of her car and head toward the old manor house on the outskirt of the town.She checked again the invitation to make sure she had come to the right place. Scrawled underneath the first line inviting to her.