After Arin finished inspecting and feeling, the two girls sat facing each other, naked and legs spread."You know... you are very pretty... uhhh... Ang...e..." Yeah you too, you look like Mom." Heh, let's make a pact, Ok" Ok, what kind of pact?" Ok, well first you make a rule that we both have to follow, then I do, Ok?" Sure... ummm... Ok, I've got one," said Angela Happily and enthusiastically, "from now one, we always have to sleep naked."Perhaps it was the sight of their parents or their new. "You're not wearing any underwear." His voice flowed over her body.She trembled then smiled. "Oh you're welcome, Mark Fuller." The bed dipped as it took his weight. The pent-up pressure was building as he moved over her and claimed her mouth, his hands moved down her body. She gasped as his finger slid inside of her."God, you are so soft and wet."She instinctively opened her legs wider and for a moment felt exposed and vulnerable, but when he slipped another finger inside her, parting her. Kicking. Banging. Thumping. Jumping. And if not then, why not now? thought Kirsten, as the sounds got fast and furious, the lights flashing over the fields and the stage, dark silhouetted DJs behind decks, films synchronized with the beat on the backdrop. A deep contorted fucked-up beat squeezed itself through the four to the floor, twisted around in her belly, sank into her chest, and released itself as Kirsten pulled Paul’s shorts down, his prick standing out tall and proud, pink and purple. She didn’t say anything for a bit. “I commend you on your initiative.” she told me.“I hear a ‘but,’ in that sentence.” I told her humorously.She smiled. “You heard right. I’m just wondering if you’re changing your life too drastically to service one issue. You have a right to your own life. You are your own person.”“I mean, this is a decision I made myself.” I told her. “Plus, it’s not like I don’t have other things I’m working on in life.”“Yes, I remember that.” she told me. “Do you want to.