I grabbed one of my unneeded hand towels and ran to the bathroom to soak it in cold water. I placed it on the back of his neck and massaged his should...rs until he finally began coming around.The kid looked up at me and said, “Who hit me. It sure couldn’t have been you. You’re a little fucker and I know I’ll kick your ass from here to the next building. Pull me up and I’ll show you what I mean, asshole.”I went over to my chair on my side of the table we would use to study and sat down. “I don’t. " Mmm, me too, really, really good. I've just dreamed about this ever since I got the diaphragm, I've wanted this so bad," she whispered as she bent down to kiss me softly.My hands, of course, were right where yours would be if you saw my sister naked."Pinch them, pinch my nipples," she moaned as I tweaked them."Mmm, mmm, a little harder, it's okay," she murmured and I pinched them as much as I thought I could without hurting her. I could see all the juices we were making, I was learning now. Financially independent, she was able to decorate the moderately sized harbour-side apartment accordingly and only dressed in the finest clothing and accessories. If she had any weakness, if you could call it a weakness, it was for leather and heels. She adored wearing leather clothes as often as possible and would rarely be seen in shoes whose height in heels was lower that five inches. Sharp, stiletto heels were her favourite and revelled in the sound they made as she stepped confidently, her. " "Eh?" What Heather had said didn't fully register with me. "What they are doing. The way the men have their arms up forming a point above her, it's called the Eiffel Tower." I nodded, transfixed by the sight of the woman being used by the men, as she in turn used them for her pleasure. "Mmm Eiffel," Heather muttered under her breath. She turned and whispered in my ear. "I want you!" Heather took my hand and we ran, giggling like teenagers, away from the pool and away from the house. We.