    JZL11_10E: Maureen's Discovery With Her Cousin

Usual disclaimer:  This story involves sexual subject matter.  If you
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Copyright by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2000.  Please don't
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At eleven, I get to actually experience this thing called sex. - by
Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2000-2002.       

JZL is my life story series.  You can find out more about the entire
series at http://www.asstr.org/~jeffzephyr/jzlstories.html, and more
of year 11 at http://www.asstr.org/~jeffzephyr/jzleleven.html



JZL11_10: Sitting in a Tree on Saturday: F U C K I N G!  (mf mff oral
rom) by Jeff Zephyr



Sherry and Jeff... Sitting in a Tree.  F U C K I N G!  (on Saturday)


JZL11_10E: Maureen's Discovery With Her Cousin



I turned around to hug and kiss Maureen, and she lay back panting. 
Sherry was still between her legs, kissing her friend's pussy gently. 
Then, Sherry said, "You didn't get to the part about your cousin!"

"Argh!" Maureen said, sounding kind of like Charlie Brown.  "Well, I
guess I should tell you about that.  But Sherry has to take things
really slow.  Is that OK?"

I thought she was asking Sherry, but her mouth was already over
Maureen's pussy, licking up and down really slowly.  So I said, "Yeah,
please tell me about it.  All of it, pretty please."

"Oh," Maureen sighed.  Then, she lay back a bit as Sherry kept on
licking her pussy.  "I can, I think I can I think I can," she said
giggling..  "This is fun." It looked fun, too, watching her try to
relax enough to talk clearly while her post- orgasmic pussy was still
in Sherry's mouth, unable to get away.

"It happened after you moved away, maybe about the time you were
getting naked with Debbie.  That was about a year after?  My parents
took me off on a trip, and one of our stops was at my cousin's place. 
She was maybe fourteen, older than me.  I was only ten then, and I
really wasn't thinking much about sex.  Boys, like you, maybe Robbie,
but not really like teen girl making-out kind of boys.

"I got put in a room with her.  Up to then, I just thought she was a
kind of annoying older girl.  But that night, she spent time playing
with me.  Lots of things, games and stuff.  Then she talked about
dating and things like that.  She asked me stuff about my body, and
how I was growing up, did I notice tingles between my legs, stuff like
that.  It was interesting.

"I mean, it was different from stuff I'd talked about with other
friends.  When we got undressed, she stripped naked.  I stared at her. 
I've seen mom undressed sometimes, but never just standing naked in
front of me.  She had hair on her pussy, and real breasts with big
puffy nice nipples.  Hard and juicy, that is how I'd think about them
now.  Bigger than Sherry's, and I like hers a lot.

"She said, ‘What are you looking at?'  But then, she told me to get
naked too. ‘If you are looking at me, I should check you out too. 
Besides, I guess because you don't have a sister you don't know much
about how girls turn out when they grow up.'

Sherry was still licking Maureen's pussy, still doing it slow.  I
think she'd heard this story before, but I could see her looking at us
and apparently listening.  It was exciting to me, wondering what
they'd be doing.

What they had done, that's what I mean.  I'd told many things, and
some were big surprises.  Or at least, big revelations, the sorts of
secrets I dared not share with most friends, and no strangers. It
didn't hit me that what my girlfriends did together, and were doing
right now, was one of those kinds of secrets.  No, two girls making
love, to me, was just normal, not something that was really forbidden.

Maureen and her older girl cousin, now that was something unusual. 
The sort of secret that evened things up.  I don't know why I felt
that, but it made me feel really good.  I had something on Maureen as
good as I'd given her.  She'd done something way outside the rules,
and that made us more, even more, equal.  More fair.

Of course, I'd never tell on them.  Also, I really did know that girls
doing girls was one of the big secrets, something as deep and
dangerous as anything I'd revealed.  It was just that at that moment,
I was with them and unable to see the problem.  We three together,
even with Annie in the picture, didn't have any problems with the
girls being lovers.  Since no one else was going to find out about it,
it felt perfectly normal.  It didn't matter what other people would
think.  They'd never find out about us.  Not until it was too late. 
Someday, when we were all grown up, it wouldn't matter anymore.

Until then, our love was a perfectly excellent secret to keep.  That
way, no one had to worry about whether it was right or wrong, or a
sin. 

Neither girl spoke for a while, which gave me time to think about this
whole situation.  I adored watching what Sherry was doing to Maureen's
pussy, and didn't mind that the story had stopped for a while.

"Oh!" Maureen said breathlessly, as Sherry caught her clit between her
teeth, holding it and pulling on it.  "Slow down girl, let me tell the
rest of the story."

Sherry let go, licking softly and slowly again.  I said, "Yes, please
go on.  I want to know what happened."

"Well, where was I?  Oh, yeah.  My cousin was stark naked in front of
me, and I couldn't help myself. It wasn't like I was turned on by her. 
I just never had a chance to just look at a naked woman like that.  I
knew what little girls looked like, of course.  But this was
different.  Someday, I'd grow up to be like her."

"All yummy!" Sherry said into Maureen's pussy.

"Hmm, well, I don't know about that part," Maureen said.  "Ah, that's
nice.  Oh, I got naked like she asked me. It felt funny.  I mean, if I
was taking a bath or even just changing clothes, it wouldn't have
fazed me at all.  But now, I was getting naked just for her.  She
didn't get dressed either.  I don't know what she was really thinking.

"Then,  there I was, naked, all naked.  No boobies yet, not like hers. 
She called them that, said that I'd get boobies someday too.  My
nipples were still little things, but they did get hard.  Hers were
hard too.  Maybe from the cold, maybe not. 

"My pussy was still hairless then, or just about.  She grabbed me.  By
the shoulders, and turned me around.  Then, she sat on the bed, and
said, ‘Come over by me, turn around, let me see...'

"I did that.  I wondered what she thought about me.  Was I pretty?  I
thought she was adorable.  I could imagine some boy being here,
looking at her nakedness. I stared down at her, admiring her boobies,
her naked thighs, and her pussy.  She had her legs spread some, and
even with all that hair in the way, I could see the details.  Not as
well as I wanted too, but I loved the curly hair.  Mine turned out to
be pretty curly too, you know?"

"It is very pretty, your pussy is, my love," I said.  Sherry hummed
into Maureen's pussy, letting us know that she liked it too.  "I wish
I could have been there, to see you with your cousin."

‘Then you'd have to get naked with us too.  I wonder what would have
happened?"

Maureen grinned, imagining that.  "I guess maybe what's going on right
now.  Except you'd be down there, trying out my pussy."

"I guess I would be.  I know I'd want to do that."

" Anyway, she got up, my cousin, then knelt down to look me over in
detail.  Up close, right at my chest.  Then down lower, between my
legs.  ‘I think you're going to have nice boobies like mine," she
said, as she ran her hands across each one, just outside my nipples. 
Then, she ran her fingers down my sides to my hips, as she lowered her
head for a close look at my pussy.  I could feel her breath there."

"‘I think you'll have a nice pussy too.  It looks soft and plump, like
a peach.  Just a bit of fuzz on it, and all juicy inside.'

"She got up and said something I'd hoped she would: ‘Would you like to
see how a grown woman's pussy looks?'"

"Sure, I guess so,' I said.  I was afraid to say that I wanted to, and
found this whole situation transporting.  I mean, it was like I wasn't
quite all there, floating away.  It was exciting, and I didn't want to
stop yet.

"Her breasts moved when I ran my hands across them.  I took a moment
to push on them, make them shake a little, fascinated by the effect. 
Then I did what she did.  Or pretty much.  She sat on the bed, spread
her legs, and gave me a direct nose-touching view of her inner self. 
She described the things there, talking about her private places using
all the real words for them.  You know, the labia and clitoris, and
the vagina inside instead of just being the whole pussy.  All that
stuff.  She put her fingers on the places to point them out, and
sighed a little doing it.  Of course, even then I knew the spots there
were sensitive.  But at that moment, it just seemed like a nice bit of
lovely helpful girl talk.  I didn't think that Mom would explain
things quite like that, but every girl knows that someday she is going
to use her pussy for love.

"Well, we heard noises outside, voices of our parents, and she quickly
put her nightgown on.  I did the same.  Now, you know maybe that I
used to wear my underwear to bed too.  This time, I had it off, and
didn't find time to put it back on.  She turned the light off, and
hustled me into bed with her.  We pretended to be asleep, good enough
to make Mom just say, ‘Goodnight, pumpkin," when she opened the door
to check on us."

"That sounds really nice, Maureen," I said.  So far, it was just
playing, not even maybe so much as what happened with Sheila.  That
was OK, though.  My momentary hope, that somehow Maureen had done
something truly forbidden, was gone.  It didn't matter.  Whatever she
did, she'd tell me all about it, and I'd be OK about it all.  It
didn't matter if there was nothing quite to match my dark secrets, as
long as we accepted each other.

"After it was dark, we talked a while.  It felt really nice, talking
about dating and boys, and how it would feel to be all grown up like
her.  I know, she wasn't that grown up, but she had her periods and
her body looked so mature to me, and I knew that very soon I'd be
changing the same way.  We fell asleep next to each other.

"Then, later I woke up.  It was still dark, and I felt a funny warm
feeling.  But it wasn't that.  I hadn't wet my bed, not in years. 

"Someone was touching me.  Right on my private spot.  It was my
cousin!

"I was going to jump up out of bed, and ask her what she was doing. 
But I could see her face.  Her eyes were closed, her mouth open a
little.  She was asleep.  Dreaming, maybe.

"I'm not sure she was really asleep.  But I didn't know what to do.  I
mean, she wasn't hurting me.  Her fingers lazily went back and forth
over my pussy, stirring up the middle ridge, like stirring batter.  I
felt like I was all gooey and wet, sweating or something, but it
wasn't hot enough for that.  Like a fever, but it felt really good.

"My legs were already spread apart a little bit.  I slowly opened them
more.  I was on my back, and she was on her back the same way beside
me.  One of her legs was over mine.  Whatever she thought she was
doing, in her dreams, I was afraid to stop it.  What if I woke her up,
and she discovered what I was letting her do?"

"She moaned, a dreamy soft sound, but didn't talk.  What if she was
thinking about doing it?  Did she think I was a boy, and her hand was
just holding him, touching him, squeezing him?"

"Her touch on me was slow and gentle, and I didn't mind it. In fact, I
wished that she'd go a little faster.  I knew that it was wrong to
touch myself there, but I'd scratched a few times.  But this was way
nicer." 

"As she kept on, I was getting turned on.  I didn't know about that
yet, but I was.  My hand was on her leg.  I felt my fingers drift on
her skin, touching her, stroking her.  I wanted to..."

"Fuck her!  Make her feel really hot.  Lick and suck her and eat her
all up," Sherry said, interrupting and laughing.  She dove in on
Maureen's pussy right after saying that, licking hard and fast. 
Maureen didn't get a chance to reply, just lay back and rode out the
storm of tongue lashing on her pussy.

When Sherry slowed down, letting Maureen catch her breath, my
red-haired girlfriend simply went on with her story.  With one small
addition . . .  She grabbed my dick with her hand, stroking it softly. 

"No, I just wanted to touch her.  I'd held her breasts a little, but
only looked at her pussy.  I wondered what it felt like?  Was the hair
soft, even though it was so curly? If touching myself there felt so
good, was there something different about a grown girl's pussy? 
Mostly, I wondered if maybe she was awake.  If she was, and was trying
to make me feel nice, then if I did it back to her it would be OK.  If
she was asleep, and woke up, then both of us would be stuck with our
hands in the honey pot.  Well, not quite like Pooh, but no way would
she say anything about me doing wrong.  Not if she was doing it too."

"I did it.  Slowly, but it was really easy to run my hand across her
stomach until I hit pubic hair.  Then I stroked it, and it was nice
and soft.  I felt the ridge, the path downward to her deep opening,
and followed it.  Up and down, back and forth, slowly, gently.  About
like she was doing to me."

"Soon, exactly like she was doing.  I timed my moves, doing it just
like she was.  It was like dancing, only the music was in her hands
and my pussy, not my ears.  On and on it went, she rubbing me and I
stroking her."

"Suddenly, she moaned out loud.  Then, she stopped.  I was afraid. I
stopped touching her.  She pulled her hand back from me and rolled
over away from me.  Was she awake?  I dared not speak, or move."

"I don't know how long I stayed still, but the next thing I remember
is waking up in the morning.  My gown was still up over my waist, and
she was still in bed next to me.  I couldn't see if she had hers
pulled up or pushed down under the covers.  I had no idea what to say
or do. I mean, if she had touched me on purpose, that was one thing. 
But it seemed so dreamy.  I almost thought that maybe it was only a
dream."

"Sure, my gown was pulled up.  But maybe it just happened in our
sleep?  But I could smell my fingers, up by my face.  It wasn't a
strong smell, not by morning.  But I knew it wasn't mine.  I'd noticed
the odor last night when I examined her pussy, and now it was here, on
my fingers, right in front of my nose.

"When we got up, though, nothing seemed changed.  She acted like
nothing happened.  Oh, she still stripped naked, and let me look at
her again.  I dared not look as close as I had last night, because I
didn't want her to know that I knew what happened last night.  And if
she was only dreaming, I really didn't want to let her know.  I almost
thought she wasn't going to look at me, either.  But when I didn't get
dressed right away, after she was dressed, she bent to check me out."

"‘No' she said, ‘not much bigger this morning.  Maybe just a little
stretching around your pussy, it looks cute and puffy.  That's about
it though.' "

"We got dressed and had a pretty ordinary day.  No sign of what
happened.  At one point, it hit me: I woke up from that touching!  How
could she have slept through it all, even dreaming?  That scared me. 
I had nobody to ask about it.  Not Mom, and she probably would have
the best advice.  I just dared not admit it.  I liked it!"

"That was the whole problem.  My cousin had done something to me, and
instead of being all disgusted and upset, I'd liked it.  If she'd
asked me outright to play with my pussy, I'd have said no and called
her a pervert.  If I thought she was awake, I'd have pulled away and
cried, yelling for help. But if it was just a dream thing, like
sleepwalking, no one was to blame.  I couldn't help it if it felt
nice.  I couldn't help it that my own hand moved in my dream in
response.  I really couldn't help it if I wished it could happen
again."

"The only thing during the day, which came close to that, was our
shower time after swimming.  We didn't do it together, not exactly. 
She came in and helped me dry off, then sent me to her room to dress. 
But I didn't."

"Didn't what?" I asked when Maureen was silent awhile.  Sherry was
being so slow and soft in her pussy-tickling kisses now, just enough
to keep Maureen heated up, not nearly enough to get her an orgasm. 
Maureen was running out of breath, all excited about her story, and
her attentions on me were speeding up.  My interruption was more to
help slow me down, to distract her a little.  I didn't want to come in
her hand.  I had other plans for my next orgasm.

 Maureen said, "I stayed naked.  I pretended to be just drying off
really well, but I waited for her to come back so we could be naked
together for a while.  I liked how she made me feel, drying me off. 
The towel only touched my pussy a little, but it was like tasting a
chocolate ice cream sundae with sparklers sparking on the Fourth of
July.  I wanted to feel it more, and I wanted to try out drying her
the same way."

"She let me do that too. Nothing seductive, nothing sexual. No, she
just let me dry her body off, letting me enjoy looking at her sexy
naked self.  ‘If a boy was around now, he'd go ape shit to do what
you're doing, Maureen,' she told me.  But that was about it, the only
sign from her lips that my towel-rubbing was affecting her at all."

"Touching her all over was great.  I was afraid to spend too long on
her pussy, knowing how that affected me.  I wanted to, but without
some sign that she wanted me to do it, I didn't dare.  I spent a good
time playing with her boobies.  She let me do that, lifting them up,
moving them around, brushing the nipples.  All in the name of drying
them off, but of course it was perfectly OK for me to study her
boobies, to get an idea of how mine might turn out.  I couldn't do the
same with her pussy, because she couldn't help notice the sensations."

"Now, I didn't think of it then, but I was making her feel pretty nice
with my breast rubbing and drying, and she didn't say anything about
that.  So maybe she would have let me stroke her pussy until it got
wetter, before I finished drying it.  But I was afraid.  If I did
that, it would be all too clear that I was doing it not just as
playing, not as curiosity.

"I moved all around her body, knelt between her legs and looked right
up between them.  I loved the sight.  Even though I didn't know why,
it still pleased me.  I honestly wasn't thinking about what we were
doing as sex.  I knew a tiny bit about playing with myself, but that
wasn't exactly what I'd do with a boy.  Not if I was having sex.  I
knew where the penis went, you know?"

"I know where mine wants to go," I said.  I kind of wished she'd let
go of mine, let me calm down a little.  But since her pussy was under
constant stimulation, I guess it was only fair to let her excite me. 
I tried to control my breathing, to slow things down some.  But it
wasn't easy.

"I know, and I want you to put it there.  After Sherry gets it first. 
Anyway, that is all that happened right then, with my cousin.  We got
dressed, all dried off, me very excited and wound up about what we had
been doing.  No one seemed to notice that, and my cousin, even though
she must have felt the same sort of thing, didn't let me in on that
feeling." 

"That confused me a lot.  I mean, I was trying to be subtle, but how
could she not notice me playing with her body and enjoying it so much? 
But she was older.  Maybe it was all innocent, and I was making too
much out of the reactions I had.

"When we went to sleep, it was much like that first night again.  We
both got naked, then she let me look at her body.  I said, ‘If I were
a boy, like my boyfriend Jeff, I might want to do more than just
look.'  That was the first time I told her about you.  Of course, you
were gone then so it was safe, but you were the first boy I thought
about like that.  So I let her know a bit about you, when she asked. 
She didn't have a real boyfriend yet, though she said she liked some
boys in school.  Instead of just looking at each other, we hung around
naked and chatted.  That was fun, and exciting too.

"We were naked in her room with the lights on, and no excuses like
drying off or getting dressed.  I felt tingly between my legs, and
rubbed them together, squeezing my thighs tight, back and forth.  I
tried not to call too much attention to that.  She did a little of the
same things, moving around.  The wind from the fan made a nice breeze
on our naked bodies.

"Soon, again, we had to get into bed.  This time, I pulled up my gown
when I got in, making sure that there was nothing between the sheets
and my naked body from my navel down.  And I waited, patiently, for
something to happen."

"I waited a long time, laying there, trying to stay awake while
pretending to be asleep.  If she wanted to touch me, she could do it. 
Even if it was just part of her dream, I was making it easy for her to
touch me there. But it didn't happen.  Her hand didn't slip between my
legs, didn't run across my bare bottom at all.  She apparently was
asleep, no erotic dreamy explorations happening to me."

"I was quite put out by that.  You know, like they say in the old
novels, or movies?  The first time it scared me and excited me.  I was
afraid that she'd do it, then do something much more than that.  I
wasn't sure what the ‘more' would be.  I didn't know enough about sex
yet to imagine what she might do.  I was so naive then."

"Yeah," Sherry added, breaking off her slow tormenting licks on her
friend's pussy. "You've turned into a real experienced girl lover
since then!"

"Yep!  That's me, and I love you Sherry," Maureen said. "My cousin was
laying there sleeping.  Her bottom was bare, too.  I don't know if it
was deliberate, but her gown was shorter than mine so it didn't take
much to move it up past her hips.

"Oh, how did I find out?  I got impatient and curious, and put my hand
on her leg.  It was bare.  I slid it upward.  Still nothing.  I kept
going, up the top of her leg to the inside of her thigh.  No accident,
not this time.  If I kept going, then I would be the one molesting
her. Right up to her pubic hair, her pussy fur.  It was very soft.  I
felt the soft folds, slightly moist, and rubbed them.  Gently, up and
down, over and over.  I hoped she'd respond in kind, doing it to me. 
But she didn't."

"There I was, masturbating my cousin.  On purpose.  I mean, how was I
going to explain that if she woke up?  I gently pushed my finger down
into her vagina. Just a little bit.  Not like what Sherry does to me
now.  I knew I couldn't comfortably put my own finger deep inside me. 
My cousin hadn't poked me there either, not last night in her dreamy
pussy play on me.  But of all the things I wondered, what it felt like
inside a vagina was one of them.  I'd find out with my own soon
enough, as I told you both.  But that night, my pussy curiosity was
irresistible.  Kind of like with a cat?"

She laughed, so I did too.  I'm not sure that the joke was so funny,
but the whole situation was nerve-racking, and tense.  I was so very
turned on, by her soft strokes on my dick, watching her pussy slowly
eaten up by our friend Sherry, and her story.    I could imagine being
her, naked with my cousin, and wondering what to do about it.  Nothing
quite like that ever happened to me.  Having sex with someone you love
seemed so obvious and simple in comparison.

Maureen said, "I was getting really scared, petting her pussy.  But I
didn't stop doing it.  I knew what she'd done to me, and what I'd done
the night before, so I tried to do that to her.  She sighed.  I knew I
was affecting her.  I even knew that making her feel really good was
more than just playing a game.  Even if they do call it ‘playing with
yourself,' it is much more than just a kid's game."

"She suddenly moved.  Kicked her leg out, pushed up against my hand,
and moaned.  Was it her orgasm?  I don't know. I pulled my hand away,
and rolled away from her, feigning sleep.  I like that word, feigning. 
It means pretend, you know?"

"That was it.  I fell asleep for real, and if she touched me that
night I didn't wake up.  In the morning, she gave me another chance to
admire her naked body.  I was really afraid; terrified, and excited.
There I was, on my knees looking at the very pussy that I'd rubbed so
well last night.  I imagined that she'd say something about that,
embarrassing me terribly.  Or maybe even telling my parents!"

"Or what if she said something, then asked me to do it to her when she
was awake?  I didn't understand why I'd played with her pussy when she
was sleeping.  I felt really funny in my pussy, almost like she was
touching me.  Even though I was only thinking about it."

"All I had to do was ask.  I think that was all she wanted, for me to
ask about it.  I can't imagine that she slept through my mauling her
pussy, sticking my finger inside, and never noticed it at all. But at
the time, I just couldn't imagine her doing that, wanting me to touch
her.

"Of all the things I never knew then, the idea that girls could have
sex with girls was a really big thing.  We went on our way and I
haven't seen her since.  But when I got into my own bed back home, I
touched myself.  Like she did me.  And I guess you know how that goes. 
I rubbed and rubbed, until it felt really great, amazing total
goodness.  I did that again and again, most nights after that."

"If I ever see her again, I owe her a whole night of pussy licking and
boobie kissing.  She can even fuck me all night long, if she wants. 
Maybe she's not into doing it with girls.  I really have no idea.  We
aren't like close cousins, and I never really knew her at all.  But no
matter why ever it happened, it changed things for me forever."


Maureen was quiet for a while, then sighed as Sherry sped up her
tongue attentions on her pussy.  "I guess that's all, huh?" I said.

Then, I kissed Maureen, on her neck, her chest, all over around her
big nipples.  I liked licking them, sucking on them softly.  We kept
this up for a while, Sherry making love to Maureen's pussy and I
helping out above.  I ended up kissing Maureen on the mouth, and she
held onto my dick the whole time.  Fortunately for me, it didn't take
that long for our loving to make her feel really amazing good and
special, as she came again. No gentle orgasm, not after all that
effort.  Maureen shook and pushed up against Sherry, but Sherry stayed
there, riding her pussy with her mouth.  My kisses slipped to her
neck, but I kept on, holding and hugging her, until it was all over.
It seemed to last for hours.

Sherry came up and lay by us, and we spent some time trading kisses.  
I was hard, very aroused.  Sherry seemed flushed with excitement too. 
She hadn't touched herself, but both of us were as turned on by
Maureen and her story as we could be.

I was surprised that Sherry didn't seem to worry or care about
Maureen's wish to make love to her girl cousin.  When I asked her
about it, Sherry explained, "I'm not jealous.  I don't get jealous,
remember?"

"I do.  I love you, I love both of you," I said.  It turned me on to
say that too.  "I just felt like saying it again, you know how that
feels?"

"Yes, I think so.  Anyway, who Maureen has sex with doesn't matter. 
No different than you and Annie doing it.  I love you both, and that's
the way it is."

As explanations go, that one worked.  If we weren't jealous, if we
loved each other, then it just didn't matter who else we had sex with. 
Or thought about doing it with.  While Sherry hadn't spelled out
anyone else she might like to try it with, I'd thought about a lot of
people.  Even the ones in the magazines, celebrities, other friends. 
We talked about some of that too.

I appreciated the break to just relax and talk, laying down together. 
I knew what we would do next, and I really didn't want to pop off and
come too early. 

We got to talking about school and other friends, all sorts of things. 
Not sex, even though we were all still naked and cuddling.  I felt all
warm and loved.  I knew that the girls got to sleep naked together and
talk all the time.  Doing it with them, not just for sex but being
together naked just to be that way, made me feel like part of them. 




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