The tight embrace of her hot slick passage caused me to moan. I placed my hand on her firm flat stomach. Heat radiated from her soft tanned flesh send...ng tingles up my arm straight to my brain. My hand slid over abdomen and up to her small firm tit as I leaned down to kiss her soft pink mouth. She grabbed my head with both hands and looked into my eyes with an intense glare. “Don’t make love to me. Fuck me!” she growled, kissing me hard. I understood what she needed and my animalistic lust. " He shrugged. "It was confirmed yesterday." Who else have you told?" Sarah asked."Nobody. You lot are my closest friends, and if these pills work out itwon't actually make very much difference to my life..."There was a moment's silence while they digested that. Then Cameronsaid, "Have you actually changed at all yet? You know -" He gesturedvaguely yet evocatively in front of his own body."Jesus, Cameron. Why exactly do we spend time with you?" Joanne said,folding her arms.Cameron shrugged. "I. He just stared at me, saying nothing, so I left his workshop and went upstairs where I found my mom and Liz basically squared-off in the kitchen, both looking intent and upset, but talking in relatively hushed tones.“Everything OK?” I asked.“No, it’s certainly not,” my mom said. “I take it you calmed your father down.”“No. He’s still fuming, but he’s stopped screaming. Liz, are you OK?”“I suppose. We’re going around in circles.”“Same as Dad and me.”“You agree with Liz?” Mom asked.“I told her I. Where Sarah was dark-haired, Karen was a lovely honey blonde, and where Sarah had blue eyes, Karen’s were brown. They had never been close as teenagers, and had only become friends in the past five years or so. Now they shopped together, gossiped together, and Karen made feeble attempts at matchmaking her younger sister.Their closeness started when Sarah was divorced, and had become even closer over the past five years. The one thing Sarah wished her sister wouldn’t do was talk about her own.