The steady movement seemed to delay the tempestuous climax for both of us. I guess it’s because we were both so completely aroused and relaxed at th... same time, if that makes any sense at all. I felt my own climax begin to surface several times and stopped moving to let the pleasure subside, continuing only when I was sufficiently de-sensitised. Eventually it became impossible to deny and with a deep growl, I let the orgasm push my senses into overload. My sister’s fingers dug deeply into each. I carefully remove my heels, and then unfasten the closure of my skirt so that it slides to the floor to lie atop my blouse. I turn to check my hair and make up in the mirror on the wall above the table as I reach to my back to unfasten my bra and my eyes collide with his in the mirror. I have spotted him watching me from his semi-hidden spot across the room behind me. I hold his eye, smiling more fully as my bra joins the rest of my clothing on the floor at my feet, watching him in the mirror. Like jobs, for instance. For nuns, at least nuns working in a place like St. Clementine's, watching the kids like a hawk is their job.So you would have thought that, when Francine broke down sobbing and confessed that she was a slut, and had fallen off the wagon, the reaction of the girls was not at all what Francine expected.Of course there was more to it than the rather glib description I have provided above. In fact, the girls (and Bob) got the whole sordid story, clear back to what happened. It felt so good being naked outside like this.So many thoughts were running through his mind, naked women, the boy at school, girls he knew – would they dare to be like this? A new thought entered his mind, he would have to take this game further. Before he could get cold feet he sat up and took off his blazer and shirt and stood up totally naked. He walked to the edge of the glade feeling the moss, leaves and sticks under his feet and from a point where he could see the main path he started to.
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