Date: Tue, 3 Sep 2019 16:12:41 -0700 From: Misty Meadow Subject: Keeping Secrets Keeping Secrets by Misty Meadow Kitty, all of eleven years old, lives in the house next door and with her, visiting for the summer holidays, is her cousin Gina, also eleven. A tall wooden fence surrounds my back garden and the girls have managed to loosen a couple of the planks so they can squeeze their way through. I'd be annoyed at their audacity, but they're both so fucking cute, I can't bring myself to blame them. I don't want to frighten them off because last week they each told me, secretly and separately, that the other has a crush on me, and I've respected their confidence. I know how they feel, because when I was eleven, I had a crush on one of my teachers and for a few months, she was the centre of my universe. To use a well worn phrase, I worshipped the ground she stood on. I was totally besotted with her but when I moved to the local grammar school my passion quickly faded. My two darling neighbours spend a lot of time at my house, as Kitty's divorced mother works long hours leaving the kids unattended, which suits me fine. Their devotion to me is returned in a somewhat different way; my feelings are not those of an infatuated child, but that of a dedicated lesbian which a penchant for young girls. By young, I mean VERY young, eleven being my preferred age. I find it hard to keep my hands off them, but I daren't do anything more intimate than a quick hug or a peck on the cheek, given today's witch-hunt climate when it comes to adults and kids. Everyone seems terrified that their kids are going to be sexually molested so no hint of inappropriate behaviour must leak out. It goes without saying that I'd never do anything to a child that would make them the slightest bit uncomfortable or afraid. Consent is everything. Today, I'm in my living room seated at my computer which is hooked up to my sixty inch TV which does dual service as a monitor, and I'm scrolling through my collection of hundreds of pictures of naked little girls that I've amassed over the last few years. I'm not going to tell you from where I got them, because that particular website is infested with malware and has crashed my computer so many times, I've stopped using the site. I don't want the same fate to befall you. I hear the girls come in through my back door, failing to knock as usual, and I quickly try to close the picture I'm studying, a naked preteen flaunting her cunt with an inviting smile on her face, but I fumble and drop the mouse and now suddenly they're in the room. I grab the mouse and shut it down, alas half a second too late. "Oh, my God, Misty!" Kitty cries. "She was totally naked!" "Not a stitch on and showing everything off!" Gina adds. They both have big grins on their faces. I try to think of an innocent explanation as to why I have child porn on my computer but come up empty. "You weren't supposed to see that," I say sternly. "Anyway, you should've knocked." "We never needed to knock before," Gina moans. "Who was she anyway?" "Dunno; just someone I found on the internet. Forget you ever saw it and please, please, under no circumstances can you ever tell anyone what you saw. If anyone finds out, they'll send me to jail, really, I mean it." "We won't tell, will we Gina?" "Our lips are sealed, cross our hearts and hope to die." They sound sincere, but . . . "So," says Kitty, "You like naked little girls, Misty?" "I'm not going to answer that question." "Why not?" Gina asks. "We said we aren't gonna tell anyone." "And I believe you, but all young girls gossip and the juicier the secret, the more they're tempted to tell, but it's not only that; although I do trust you, in a moment of forgetfulness you might accidentally let something slip and then my goose would be cooked so I can't say anything that you can quote me on. I have to be able to deny any suggestion that I . . ." ". . . like naked girls," Kitty finishes my sentence. I keep my lips sealed but my lack of denial speaks volumes, and they know it. "I bet she'd like us naked," Gina remarks to Kitty with total perspicacity. "Got any more like that?" Gina asks. They seem to be intently focused on the subject of my "special interest" and they're not going to leave the topic alone. I decide to implicate them, not in anything illegal, but something that they, themselves, will want to keep secret. "Why are you so interested, guys? Are you as gay as I am?" Two weeks ago I confessed to them that I was gay after they'd begun to figure it out. "We've decided that we wanna be gay when we grow up," Kitty says. "Just like you, Misty," Gina says. "We don't like boys." "Why wait until you're grown up? I used to kiss girls when I was your age and I had a huge crush on one of my teachers. I was head over heels in love with her." I want to let them know that their own crushes on me won't be dismissed as merely girlish fancies and that when they eventually reveal their crushes on me, I'll take them seriously. "You can be gay right now." "I think she wants us to kiss each other," says Kitty. "We don't love each other," Gina says, "though if you want us to kiss, then we will. We'll do anything you want us to." Clearly she has no idea of the extent of my lust for these two sexy little angels or of the highly illegal things I want to do with them. "Thanks, but no, you should only kiss if that's what YOU want to do, not just to please me." "So what would please you?" Kitty asks. I pause as a rapid series of images scroll through my mind, then I bring myself back to reality. "I want to show you something," I say, "and you must keep the promise you make not to tell anyone about it." "Okay!" they say in unison. I open another file of pictures of preteen girls, these ones not actually illegal by definition, but nevertheless erotic. The subjects are all partially clad in their underwear, with the occasional "accidental" up-skirt shot or, more exciting, lifting their dresses to deliberately reveal their knickers. I scroll through a dozen or so, all of them pretty, all of them eager. "I must emphasise once again that all this has to remain between us three. Although this collection is technically legal, if word got out, then . . ." "Yeah, we know," Gina says. "They're all so pretty." "And so happy," Kitty adds. "Look at the smiles on their faces. I wonder who took the pictures." "I've collected them from all over the internet. I'm fascinated by girls' underwear, totally obsessed, in fact. You could call it a fetish." "Then you'd like ours," Gina reasons, right on the mark again. She turns to Kitty. "Shall we?" "Absolutely!" The next moment is something that I'll remember for the rest of my life. Standing right in front of me, they take hold of the hems of their dresses and lift them up, not enough to obscure the dazzling smiles on their faces, but sufficiently high to completely reveal their belly buttons and cotton knickers. Kitty's are plain white and Gina's are pink with white trim round the waist and legs. Both girls have camel toes, their knickers creased into the slits in their prominent mounds. "Da-DAH!" Gina sings. "Look at us!" Kitty cries. My eyes almost pop out of my head and my gut churns with excitement. What I'm seeing is so much more thrilling than the most lewd of the naked girl pictures. They're real, here in the flesh, three feet in front of me, doing their best to hold my attention and, I might add, succeeding. They show not the slightest trace of shyness whatsoever, indeed, they're clearly taking great pleasure in putting on this show for me. I stare at them, transfixed, my heart pounding in my chest. "Take a picture of us!" Bambi demands. I hesitate. I envisage them in a future conversation during which they let slip that I've photographed them flaunting their knickers for me, but the temptation is too great. I need to record this thrilling sight for all time so that in my bed on lonely nights, I can re-live this unforgettable moment. I find my phone, aim and shoot. "Take another," Kitty demands, turning her back to me and bending down to display her cotton covered bum. Bambi follows suit and my flash goes off again. They turn back to face me, bunching up their dresses even higher without obscuring their inviting smiles, but revealing their tiny, undeveloped nipples. I take a third picture. They seem to be enjoying their little exhibition, still holding their dresses up and dancing about, laughing and giggling as I gaze at them. "Misty likes our knickers!" Kitty sings. "You should see your face," Gina says, "you look like you won the lottery." I think I just did. Eventually, they let the dresses fall. "Now," says Gina, gravely, "It's YOUR turn." My turn? "It's a rule. We showed you ours so you have to show us yours." Once again, a ripple of fear runs through me. If any of this gets out, I'm toast. But, once again, my lust triumphs so I stand. I want to give them what they want. "Ready, girls?" "Wait; l'm gonna take a picture," says Kitty, fishing her phone from the pocket of her dress. I lift my dress up high to reveal my eye-watering electric blue satin knickers with white lace trim that cost me a fortune, every penny well spent. Kitty's flash goes off, then twice more as she moves around me, capturing me from different angles. "Awesome!" says Gina. "Sexiest knickers I've ever seen; do they have a matching bra?" "Sorry, girls, I don't need one. My boobs are too small." "Show us, then," Kitty demands. "We showed you ours." True enough and fair is fair. I lift the dress more to expose my boobs, small but firm with rapidly hardening nipples. The flash goes off again. I let them look for several long seconds, my heart racing and my tummy churning. I've never shown myself off to young girls in this lewd way before and I'm loving every second of it. Then I come back down to earth and let my dress fall. "I need to download everything from our phones into my computer, then put everything on to a memory stick delete it from the phones and the computer. That way, no one can access them." This I do, and now the pictures exist only on the USB stick, which I can hide, making discovery unlikely as long as the girls keep quiet. Gina suddenly grins. "We should do it again, but with no knickers on," she declares and Kitty's eyes light up. Oh, how I wish we could do that, but it's too dangerous. I explain that taking photographs of children's' genitals is a serious crime, coming under the definition of child molesting and could earn a lengthy jail sentence. "Do you know what paedophilia is?" I ask. "Of course," Gina says. "They told us all about paedos when we had that "stranger-danger" lecture at school, like - we have to call for help or run away." "Well, the word used to mean `child lover', which, as you've just learned, includes me. Unfortunately, it's come to mean a child `molester' which I'm not. Never in a million years would I ever do anything to make you the slightest bit embarrassed or do anything at all that you wouldn't want me to do. If pictures of you with no knickers on came to light, they'd haul me away, so I'm sorry, guys, but I can't risk it." Their faces fall. "Can we look at those girls again?" asks Kitty, "The ones showing their knickers." I open the file and watch them as they stare at the slide show, girl after girl, sometimes in pairs, flaunting their underwear with obvious delight. Finally, the show ends and I close the file. "Can we see that one again?" asks Kitty, "the one you were looking at when we came in, the girl showing off her kitty." "That's why we like our names," Gina says. "Lots of little girls refer to their pee-pees as `kitties'. I used to." "And she like her name," says Kitty, "`cos `Gina' is short for `vagina'." She pronounces it "vageena", which to me sounds nicer than the proper pronunciation. "So we're a pair of . . ." ". . . cunts!" Gina cries and they both giggle. I laugh along with them. "I'll let you see just that one, but not the whole collection." I find the jpeg. The girl, clearly prepubescent, is sitting in an armchair with both her legs hooked over the arms, making her cunt the centre of the picture. Her mound is hairless and her chest as flat as those of my new friends. Her facial expression of one of pride and delight in being photographed. "Fucking awesome!" Kitty breathes, staring hard at the screen. "We could do that," Gina says. "Not until you're of age, I'm sorry, much as I'd like to see you naked, it's out of the question. I'm sorry." I close the file. Kitty looks at her phone. "Look at the time. Mum expected us home before now. We gotta run. This has been fun, Misty, thanks a lot." "See you tomorrow," Gina says, and then they're gone. I sit there, replaying their visit in my head, my hand down the front of my knickers, furiously masturbating until I cum like a bombshell. _____________________ My doorbell rings at two in the morning. Who can this be? I roll out of bed and look for my robe which may or may not be in the bathroom, but the bell rings again, accompanied by several loud knocks, so I go into the hall and open the door a crack. A man and a woman are standing on the step. "Misty Meadow?" the guy asks. I nod my head. He shows me a badge. "I'm D.I. Chambers and this is D.S. White, of the county vice unit. We have a warrant to search these premises and any electronic devices you have." He hands me a piece of paper and pushes past me, followed by his companion. "We have reason to believe you're in possession of child pornography." Panicking, I lead them into the living room. "Can I get some clothes on?" I ask, being clad in nothing but a baby-doll nightie which is totally sheer and open all the way down the front, and the skimpy sheer knickers that match it. "Yes, but Sergeant White will accompany you. We don't want you destroying evidence." Oh, my God! I'm really in the shit! Two detectives in my house looking for my secrets! I go back to my bedroom and D.S. White follows me and stands by my bed, looking at me. I know that look - it's a hungry look, and my gaydar goes off like a fire alarm. I use the only weapon I have, my body. I face her and spread the nightie wide open, letting her look at my cleanly shaved cunt and my micro-tits. Her eyes are like saucers. I open my dresser drawer and pull out a handful of knickers. "What's your favourite colour, Sergeant," I ask. She grins. "Whatcha got?" I lay out a selection of knickers in different colours and materials, some cotton, some silk, and a pair of vivid turquoise satin briefs, similar to the ones I had on earlier. "They'll look hot!" she says, so I set them aside. From my closet I take a tartan "lumberjack" shirt, put it on and tie it at the bottom, leaving it unbuttoned. "The girls will like that down at the nick," she says with a grin. "Lots of gay girls there at this time of night, mostly drunk. You'll need to be careful." I slowly pull the knickers up my legs as she continues to stare at me, the take a short denim skirt from a drawer. "Bingo!" I hear Inspector Chambers call from the living room. We leave my bedroom, leaving the skirt on the bed and join him. "She didn't even bother to hide it! It was right there in the USB port. Two clicks is all it took." Oh, how fucking stupid can I get? I'd totally forgotten to hide the memory stick in a safe place. "Let's see what we've got," the D.I. says, opening the file and scrolling through the pictures, naked child after naked child, all lewdly displaying their wares for the camera, all with eager smiles on their pretty faces. "This is a fucking gold mine," White says, staring at the screen, transfixed. "The best yet," Chambers affirms. "You want to call your lawyer, Miss Meadow?" "I don't have one and it's the middle of the night." "That's why we raid so late," White explains, "so suspects can't lawyer up until daylight. Holy shit, look at this one!" On my big screen, two preteens are sitting on a couch, one with her thigh hooked over the thigh of the other, both with their legs as wide as they'll go. "Jesus! That's hot! So you're gay then, Misty?" If she's calling me by my first name, maybe I can talk my way out of this mess. "Gay as a lark in spring," I confess. Chambers is scrolling through the whole collection, his eyes riveted on the screen. "I think you like little girls as much as Misty does," says the sergeant "And you don't?" he responds, sarcastically. "I know why you volunteered for this assignment." "Pot's calling the kettle black," she says. "Look, Misty, he's getting a hard on." The final picture appears, a sweet little darling on all fours facing away from the camera, her cunt and bum hole offered to us as she smiles sweetly over her shoulder. "Awesome fucking collection," Chambers comments. "My knickers are getting wet." "How did you get on to me?" I ask. Kitty and Gina haven't had time to tell anyone and I can't imagine why they would. Chambers names the website I used. "You've downloaded these from a child porn site in the Eastern Ukraine, right? The Russian authorities knew they were uploading child porn and put pressure on them to reveal who was accessing it, probably to extort them. You've been hacked, Misty. Has anyone tried to blackmail you?" "No." "Well, they passed the names of thousands of viewers to Interpol who sent all the U.K. ones to us and here we are. You'd be amazed at how many surfers, mostly men, who love this stuff. We've made dozens of arrests and we're looking into porn rings where stuff like this is being sold." "Well, I've never sold any and no one has seen these except me, and now you," I plead, desperately. "I'm not part of any ring and there are no victims here. The pictures existed whether I downloaded them or not. I'd be stupid to try to sell them. I don't want anyone to know I like kids." "Move over, Boss," the sergeant says, "I wanna look at them again." The D.I. surrenders the chair and she starts scrolling, making the occasional whistle of appreciation. "We have a problem," Chambers says, "we've got so suspects that backlog of warrants is overwhelming, and the courts are gonna be jammed for the foreseeable future. I can't see how we can arrest tens of thousands of porn surfers. There's just not the manpower." "Yes," says White, "but I still want to execute the rest of the warrants we have." "So you can look at the pictures, you dirty lez," the detective inspector says, grinning. "Just like you, Boss. You know what?" "What?" "I don't think Miss Meadow is a pornographer or a trafficker or any shit like that. She just likes naked girls and let's be honest, who doesn't?" "The Chief Superintendant, that's who." "Yeah, `cos he likes boys, the fucking pervert. Let's do a deal with little Misty here." "Deal?" Chambers asks. "We can report that our search turned up nothing, but Misty has to give us the USB stick, and agree that we found nothing on her computer. Any more pix anywhere, Misty?" I hesitate. There's the other file with the girls showing off their knickers and they're going to find it. I lean in and open it. The sergeant scrolls through it, her face alight with excitement." "You're a knicker-freak, then?" "Guilty as charged," I say, trying to hide my fear. "It's just a harmless fetish." "Judging by those knickers you're wearing," the inspector says, "you're taste in knickers is remarkable." "They're amazing!" White says, staring at them. I untie the knot of me shirt and spread it open the better to show off my knickers. "You can have them as a gift," I offer. She smiles from ear to ear. "Or the pair I was wearing today, still unwashed." Her eyes light up. "I'll go get them." I fish them out of the laundry hamper, sniff them and bring them back into the living room. "Okay," says Chambers, "here's the deal. We keep the USB stick and report the computer as clean. My slutty sidekick here gets the knickers. You'll remain silent on this whole matter; if not, we have ways of making your life a misery." "You'll want two copies of the stick, right?" I offer. "Yeah, one for each of us." Luckily, I have a few blank memory sticks bought in bulk and make two copies. "Okay, Misty," says the detective inspector, "we're outa here. Remember, not a word to anyone or the shit will hit the fan like you can't imagine." "Your secret is safe with me." I hand the knickers to Sergeant White, who pockets them with a smile. "We'll bid you goodnight, then," says the D.I. "Stay off that website, it's toxic; they can lock your computer and demand money. Have a nice day." They leave. I pour myself a large scotch and fall into bed. Talk about dodging a bullet! Lying in the dark, thinking, I realise that I'm safe, safer than I've ever been. The cops will never charge me because I'll blow the whistle on them. I still have the original USB stick and now I can safely add to it with images of Kitty and Gina, who were so anxious to get their knickers off to let me photograph their "kitties" and their "vageenas". ___________________________ They crawl through the fence much earlier than I anticipate. I'm still in bed when they come in the back door. "Up here in my bedroom," I call down to them, rolling out of bed. They run upstairs. "Ooh, sexy nightie!" says Gina, eyeing my tits through the sheer fabric. "I'm a sexy girl," I announce, proudly. "You guys ready for some fun?" "What kind of fun?" asks Kitty. "I've been thinking and I believe I can trust you girls to never talk about our secrets, so perhaps we can go a little further, so to speak and carry on where we left off yesterday." "With our knickers off?" Gina asks, excitedly. "Anything and everything off, with everything in view," I assure her. "And you're gonna join u?" Kitty asks, her eyes bright. "Just try to stop me." To show my eagerness, I slip off the nightie and drop the matching knickers to stand in front of them, feet apart, arms spread wide, letting them look. And look they do, staring intently at me, their eyes running up and down my body as I tingle with excitement, no longer afraid of any legal ramifications. They follow me into the bathroom like faithful pets, watching as I sit and pee. I clean my teeth and step into the shower with its transparent curtain. I lather my whole body, taking special care to clean my cunt and even push a soapy finger up my bum to (a) clean it and (b) because it feels nice and (c) it demonstrates how uninhibited I now am. They're so absorbed in watching that they forget to take pictures of me, but I'll soon remedy that. In the living room I ask them to repeat that original pose they did for me, lifting their dresses to flaunt their knickers as my camera clicks away. Kitty's knickers are now pale blue and Gina's are mauve. Their dresses come off and I ask them to embrace and kiss, which they're now happy to do. The tensions of yesterday are all gone and they sense my willingness to do anything, to break all the rules and conventions. At my request, they unhesitatingly put their hands down the front of each other's knickers, and I see their fingers moving beneath the cotton. The excitement I see on their faces matches what I'm feeling as my heart races and my cunt becomes wet. "Do you want us to take our knickers off?" Gina asks. "No." Their faces fall. "I want you to take each other's off, instead." Their bright laughter fills the room as first Gina, then Kitty kneels to slowly slide the other's knickers down as I record it all. "What do you want us to do now?" Kitty asks, just dying to display her treasure. "We need some inspiration." I plug in the USB stick that the cops didn't take and we sit on the sofa and watch the slide show. Naked girl after naked girl fills the screen, sometimes singly, often in pairs, always deliberately showing off their cunts and always with their excitement showing on their faces. Some are indoor shots as they sprawl on beds, sofas, kitchen counters and even floors, others are in gardens or woods or on beaches. A few actually feature adults lewdly caressing preteens or being caressed by them, and a couple feature oral sex between adult and kid, both giving and receiving. The best and final one shows two twelve year olds sixty-nining, each with her head buried between the thighs of the other. My girls "Ooh" and "Aah" and occasionally giggle as they sit, wriggling and squirming like excited puppies. "Okay, girls, it's your turn now. You can adopt any of those poses, or dream up your own and I'll shoot you singly or in pairs, and the more touching and kissing, the better. Obviously, kisses don't have to be restricted to the mouth. Nipples are good and cunts even better. Go ahead, just do what feels . . ." I grope for the word . . . "dirtiest. The sexier, the more lascivious, the more lewd, the more daring, the better. Just think what your parents would most hate to see and do that. Let's start here in on the couch, then later we'll go back to my bedroom and after that I'll catch you in bright sunlight in the garden. I'm planning on hundreds, so you need to be inventive." I put an unused USB stick in the computer, ready to download this new special album. And so it starts, the most mind-blowing experience of my life as they re-enact some of the pictures they've just viewed, emulating the enthusiasm of the "models" with some nice touches of their own. I shoot them embracing, feeling each other up, individually masturbating themselves, then each other, moving on to oral sex which, though obviously new to them, they enjoy immensely, even rimming and tribbing. I provide them with a vibrator, a double ended dildo, and small cucumber and a banana, all of which they insert into each other. At lunch time we take a break and I realise how hungry I am; for food, that is, not sex. I cook three pizzas and we "accidentally" drop tomato sauce on each other so that we can lick it off those intimate places where it fell. "Time for a siesta," I announce, tossing the dishes in the sink for later. Up in my bedroom, I lie on my back, still naked from my morning shower and they, lying either side of me, run their hands all over my body, tweaking my nipples, squeezing my boobs, then daring to run their hands down my tummy and up my thighs until they meet at my cunt, where they battle to see who can arouse me the most. With lots of fingers inside me, I cum several times, to their immense pleasure. "Now that you've learned how to make a girl cum," I tell them, "you can do it to each other. Yesterday, you told me you want to grow up to be gay, so you should practice at every chance you get." I slide off the end of the bed and they fill the space I occupied, embrace and kiss. I use my camera again as they finger each other between the legs and finally adopt the pose of the final picture of my collection, heads between each other's thighs, licking away furiously. Gina raises her head and looks at me. "Can we lick your cunt, Misty?" Talk about temptation! "Yes, my darlings, but let's save it for tomorrow, okay?" Their faces show their disappointment but I know how to cheer them up. "For some time I've known you both have crushes on me which has made me very happy, believe me, and I want you to know that I feel the same way about both of you. You may find it difficult to believe that I can love two girls at the same time, but in this case it's absolutely true. I adore you both beyond belief. I just love you to bits!" The blissful smiles on their faces has made all my former reluctance and hesitation worthwhile. They've had an almost complete lesbian sex education in just a few hours and they're still only eleven years old! I feel proud of myself. ________________________ It's eleven o'clock at night and I've stripped down to my knickers, reviewing the hundreds of pictures of my two nymphomaniac friends, my little angel sluts, my exhibitionist Lolitas, when the doorbell rings. I open it a crack, poke my head out and see Sergeant White, wearing a cocktail dress that's a shade too tight. "Uh-oh! Am I in trouble?" "Far from it," she says. "Aren't you gonna let me in?" It sounds like she's been drinking. I step back and open the door and she steps inside, eyeing my knickers, these being hot pink satin with white lace panels up the sides. "I wanna thank you for last night," she says. "We were really impressed. The D.I. had a huge boner on all the way back to the nick. Reason I'm here is I wanna do a trade with you." "Trade?" "Yeah. My girlfriend was so impressed by those knickers you gave me that she wants a pair for herself. I told her I'd get some, so here's the thing. I've got a USB stick with a few hundred pictures that are almost as good as yours. I got it from another guy on our warrant list. They're a mixture of girls in their undies or naked, all pretty fucking hot, all preteens. I'll do you a swap. You can copy the stick for another pair of your knickers. Those you've got on look pretty hot. How about it?" I don't hesitate. The more illicit exchanges we have, the safer I am. I peel them off and hand them to her and she presses them against her face. "They're wet, you dirty little girl. Have you been masturbating to your collection?" "As it happens, yes, I have." I don't tell her which collection. Kitty and Gina are going to remain my secret. She eyes me up and down. "I could fuck you," she announces abruptly. I take her arm and drag her into my living room. "Right now, after watching that stuff, I'm hot for it. Get that dress off." I unzip her and let the dress fall. He's wearing the knickers I gave her last night and they're off in a flash. Within seconds her head is between my legs, eating my cunt like a starving person making me cum almost immediately and then I do the same to her. Sprawled back on the sofa, we catch our breath. "We should do this more often," she says. "Quite right, but always ring me first. I might have company." I fail to mention that the company will be two eleven year old girls. I copy her USB stick, we exchange numbers and email addresses, she dresses and leaves. I didn't even learn her first name. It was one of those lovely encounters I occasionally have with a stranger, pure sex, no strings, no emotional involvement, just a plain good old fuck! But good as it was, I'm thinking, it was nothing to the fucks I'm going to have with little Kitty and Gina tomorrow. There are still a few things I can teach them, a few more secrets for us to share. The end.