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Subject: {ASSM} The Three Companions part 1 (m/f,mm/f, voy, cheat)
Date: Sun, 16 Dec 2001 17:10:03 -0500
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THE THREE COMPANIONS

   BY

   Mandil

   The storm had been predicted earlier on the radio, and as he drove
toward Silver Face Mountain, snow began to fall.

   Samuel was thus relieved when he saw the lights on the tall cement and
bricks posts on each side of the entrance that led to the La Seignerie.

   It was an expensive country resort, almost exclusively for its members
or for the rich travelers, in which category Samuel belonged.  In reality
it was a country resort hotel as well as a club.  In the winter-time,
sports facilities such as skiing and snowmobiles excursions were available,
whereas in the summer one could play golf, swim in one of the two pools, do
some horse riding, not to mention boating or tennis playing .

   In other word it was a secluded resort for those who had money and also
the time to enjoy these activities or for people who simply wanted to
relax.

   Samuel drove his car under the wide patio roof of the main entrance,
after giving his car keys to the parking attendant; he went inside the
massive twin oak doors.  As soon as he passed through the doors he felt the
warmth, of the cathedral-like lobby, on his face.

   The large room was almost completely deserted.  He was quite familiar
with the magnificently decorated room, since for the last five years he
always came to La Seignerie to spent two or three weeks at this time of the
year.

   As he walked on the thick carpet in front of the hexagonal central
column that held the chimney of the six independent fireplaces, he felt the
radiating heat of each individual fire on his face.  At a distance of about
fifteen feet in front of each fireplace, there were numerous, comfortable
looking upholstered chairs, as well as couches and coffee tables here and
there in front or beside the chairs or couches.

   Samuel knew that while seated in front of any of these immense
fireplaces, one had the impression of being in a medieval castle.  Of
course, the high ceiling with the thick supporting round logs beams as well
as the two circular walkways around the second and third story of the
resort, helped create that impression.

   As soon as he got to the main desk, he was politely given the key to his
room while leaving his suitcase to the registrar who immediately rang for a
bellboy to take the luggage to his room.

   Since Samuel was in no particular hurry, he went to the bar for a
warming drink before having supper or dinner as they called it in such a
high-class hotel.  As he entered the bar, he was shocked to discover that
appart from one couple sitting at a table, he was the only other customer
in the place.

   The large television screen in the corner was on so he decided to sit on
a stool in front of it for a while.

   After ordering his favorite drink - whisky on the rock - he began to pay
attention to the announcer who was talking about the storm.  A huge front
from Canada was moving in and he was predicting that ten to twelve inches
of snow would fall in the next twenty four hours.  This, plus the high
wind, the announcer went on, was a combination that would make traveling
extremely hazardous.  He went so far as to warn those that did intend to be
on the road driving, to change their plans and wait until the worst of the
storm would be over.

   Since it was already half past five and being also in the middle of the
week, the arrival of the storm was not going to improve things, Samuel knew
that the chances of others customers arriving that evening, were extremely
slim.  He finishes his drink then went to his room for a shower and a
change of clothing.

   Later he returned down to the dinning lounge to eat.  He had expected to
find very few customers seated at the numerous tables, but not that few. 
There were only two men beside him, and both, being about his age were
seated at different tables.

   Samuel had been driving all afternoon and he was in the mood to talk to
someone.  Of course he would have preferred the company of someone of the
opposite sex, but since he had no choice on the matter he decided to settle
for one of the male companion.

   Walking to one of the occupied table he addressed himself to the seated
man who was watching him approach.

   " I see that you are along.  Since I am also by myself and since it
appear that it will be a very long evening, do you mind if I sit at your
table?  Of course if you are not in the mood to talk I will understand."

   " Do sit down, by all mean.  My name is Paul Duvall, and to whom do I
have the honor of talking?  "

   " My name is Samuel McNab, I am very pleased to meet you.  "

   The other customer, who was seated just two table's away, having
witnessed Samuel's introduction, suddenly stood up and walked toward their
table.

   " Excuse me, but I couldn't fail to hear you talking, before you go on,
I would also like to join you, if you have no objection of course.  My name
is Peter Lockwell."

   Both, Samuel and Paul shook hand with Peter and the three of them sat
down around the table.

   The waiter, who had been a witness to everything, was soon standing near
the table.  He was told by Paul, that the three of them would eat together
and to finish serving Peter - who had already began to eat - at their
table.

   They ate and talked for well over an hour, and during that time they
discovered that the three of them were in a similar situation.  Each was
very wealthy and none of them was married, but what was more important,
they loved to travel a lot and each knew how to appreciate the company of
the opposite sex.

   After a while they got up and went to the bar, but before they had time
to order anything, the lights went our everywhere.  The two emergency
lights that came on automatically one in each corner of the bar were just
enough to allow them to see the table in front of them.

   Soon, one of the hotel attendants came in with a portable light, he told
them that he knew from a reliable source that the storm outside was causing
serious damages to both, the electric and telephone lines, he also
suggested that they should move into the lobby in front of one of the
fireplaces where they would at least, benefit from the light of the fire.

   Of course it was the only sensible things to do, and soon they were
following him to the lobby where the lights and heat from the multiple
fires gave a mystifying appearance to the large room.

   The three of them sat in an upholstered chair that was moved to form a
semicircle having a low table in its center while one of the fireplaces
completed the other half of the circle.

   They talked for an hour or so and they learned more about each other,
but by the end of that time the lights were still out.  Of course there was
no question of anyone going to his room, the lack of electricity also met a
lack of heat since all the rooms in the hotel were electrically heated. 
Therefore they had no choice except to remain in front of the pleasant
radiating heat from the flame.

   Samuel suddenly had an idea.  He went on to explain to his new friends
what they should do to past the time away, provided of course they all
agree with his proposition.

   " Most probably we will never see one another again after this night,
both of you are here for the first and probably last time.  You Peter are
going back to Europe while Paul here will be leaving for his hometown in
Canada tomorrow.  As for me, I do travel a lot like both of you, but I will
never settle anywhere else than in America.  So the chance of us ever
meeting again after this night are extremely slim, unless of course we
arrange it so.  Therefore, I propose that we each reveal to one another our
first sex experience, whatever it is and with whomever it happened.  Since
I was the one to propose this, I will be the first to start.  But before I
do, you must each agree to describe your respective story without leaving a
single thing out."

   Peter looked at Paul then back at Samuel then he nodded.  Soon Paul's
face had a pleasant smile and he also agreed.  They then both looked in
Samuel's direction waiting for him to begin his erotic tale.  After taking
a sip from his drink and he began his story.

   SAMUEL'S STORY

   When I was thirteen, I was living with my mother and my sister Brenda in
a small town in Vermont.  At the time my father was not living with us
since it was at the beginning of the war and like most American males of
his age, he had been drafted in the army.  He was in England with thousands
of others waiting for the generals to decide when and where the invasion of
France would begin.  He never did return home since he was killed in
Normandy.

   We were living in a rented house that was too hot in summer and very
cold in winter.  When my father had been living with us, my sister Brenda -
who was a year younger than me - and I slept in the same room.  I was
sleeping in the large bed while Brenda slept in a child's bed - with high
sides - that she had overgrown long before.  As soon as my father was
drafted into the army, Brenda went to sleep with mother and her bed was
moved away into the attic.

   We were poor then - so was the great majority of people at the time and
the money that father never failed to send us each month was barely enough
to feed us and pay for the rent.

   When he was killed while fighting for his country, we were left
penny-less and mother had to go to work.  She got a job in an ammunition
factory working from eleven to eight in the morning.

   Those working hours pleased her since it allowed her to be with us when
we got back from school, it was also convenient for her since she could do
her housework during the day.  She hadn't much time to sleep but this
didn't seem to bother her.

   On the first winter after father's death, Brenda - who was twelve then -
came down with a bad cold.  She kept coughing all the time and it seemed to
get worst as the days went by.  Mother finally took her to see the doctor.
After questioning mother about the living condition at home, he came to the
conclusion that the house was too drafty and cold.  He also told mother
that Brenda should not sleep by herself if it was at all possible.

   His argument was that the heat of two bodies under the blanket in one
bed was preferable than that produced by one person sleeping alone.  But
with mother away working during the night, Brenda was alone in mother's
bed, and to make matters worse, mother's room was at the other end of the
house, which was far from the single coal furnace in the house.  The
furnace was situated in the hall opposite the door to my bedroom.

   That same day, after getting home from her visit to the doctor, mother
told us that from then on Brenda was going to sleep in bed with me in my
room where it was warmer.

   Of course she did explain to us that we were not to mention this
sleeping arrangement to anyone, and if the need should ever come to mention
where Brenda slept, we were to say that Brenda slept with mother.  After
all, said mother, Brenda's health was at stake and everything else was
secondary.

   In less than a week, Brenda's coughing stop and her health improved a
lot.  On the other hand, I soon got to appreciate her presence in bed next
to me; it was indeed much warmer and cozier in my bed with the two of us in
it.

   We slept together until late June when it got warm and then mother made
her move with her in the other bed.  During all those nights, while my
sister was lying next to me, it never occurs once to me, that I was in bed
with someone of the opposite sex.  Brenda was my sister and that was the
end of it.  Of course that first winter she was only twelve and her curves
were not much apparent yet.

   During the following summer, Brenda's body underwent an enormous change.
For one thing, she became a great deal taller.  When we stood up, one next
to the other; we were exactly the same height - which of course didn't
please me since she was a year younger than I was.  She also gain weight,
without being overweight she grew a great deal more feminine with abundant
breasts and plump upper thighs which I noticed for the first time when we
went to the beach in mid-summer.  While her waists line remained slim, her
bottom grew round and firm.

   Even when I noticed all of those changes in her, I still had no sexual
ambition toward her.  In my mind she was like a flower than one can admire
without having to pluck it, you look at it and even smell it, but to cut it
out would be sacrilegious and unthinkable.

   In other words, she was not for me and that was the end of it.  Mother
still thought of us as children then, and even thought we were both taller
and probably stronger than her, in her eyes we were still six or seven
years of age.

   Then the cold nights of autumn were back in Vermont, I was now sure that
since we were older, mother wouldn't ask my sister to sleep with me, cold
or not.  But to my surprise, - although it didn't seem to take Brenda by
surprise - mother told us one cold Sunday morning, while we were eating
breakfast.

   "I think it's time for Brenda to move into your room Samuel.  We mustn't
wait until her coughing begin once again."

   I could scarcely hide my joy; it took a lot of self-control from my part
to pretend being indifferent to her decision.

   For the remainder of the day I felt a strange excitement within me and
soon I began to anticipate the moment that we would all go to bed.

   When that time came, the lights of my room were turned off before we got
undress on our respective side of the bed.

   I couldn't see much at first.  But a little light was coming from the
street light through the window, and after my eyes got used to the darkness
I was able to see Brenda's silhouette as she removed her skirt then her bra
- it used to belong to mother - she had been wearing one only since the
middle of the summer.  She then lifted her arms to put on her nightgown and
I clearly saw the outline of her beautiful and firm breasts.  The sight
sent strange sensations throughout my body.  I was fully aware that I had
no right to experience these emotions and trills toward my sister, but I
couldn't help myself.

   In school, especially since the beginning of the new school year, I had
often felt these same wonderful thrills as I would watch some of the older
girls move around.  Each time it was always accompanied by a stirring in my
pants, which often ended in a huge erection that I had to conceal.  On
these occasions, I would immediately force myself to think of something
else or face the risk of revealing my state of excitement.

   But now with the lightning in the room being very low, there was no
chance of Brenda seeing me; thus I feasted my eyes all I could.  By the
time I had my own gown on, Brenda was already under the blankets shriveling
and telling me to hurry.

   It took me well over an hour to fall asleep, even then it was a light
sleep and I was awaken not long afterward when mother left the house so as
to go to work.

   By now Brenda was lying on her right side almost in the exact center of
the bed, I could tell by the stretching of the blankets that her bottom had
swollen greatly since the last time she had slept in my bed.

   I slowly turned on my right side also while at the same time being
careful not to wake her.  It was my intention to get my hand somewhere on
her body while I pretended to sleep.

   I wanted to feel her waist and bottom.  But as soon as I was in position
lying on my side behind her, she shoved her bottom against me and both our
bodies came in contact beginning at the knees and ending at the shoulders.

   We had often sleep thus the previous winter since it did help keep the
both of us warm.  But now she was a year older, and because of the great
change in her body in the last year, the sharing of her bodily heat was
quite secondary: to me at least.  Lying thus on her side near me, her long
brown hair was touching my cheek and I could smell the perfume of the soap
that she used to wash it.  Her bottom fitted like a glove in the curvature
of my lower body, and it suddenly occur to me that I now had a huge
erection and it was pressing in the crack of my sister's bottom.

   The thought of my prick being separated only by the thin layers of both
gowns and undergarments, made my erection begin to throb against the crack
and cheeks of her bottom.

   I then began to consider my situation, Brenda was my sister and to
purposely enjoy her presence was very close to incest.  I therefore tried
to pull away from her, but as soon as I moved toward the edge of the bed,
her bottom followed me there and she pressed it even harder on my pulsating
hardness.

   Her presence so close to me was exiting me to the point that I had
trouble controlling myself.  For a minute or so I tried to look at the
possibility that she was not asleep and thus doing this on purpose, but her
regular breathing and her light snoring soon reveal the truth about her
state of sleep.

   Beside, I knew that she was a very sound sleeper, and often she had to
be shaken very hard in the morning to get her fully awake.  No, I told
myself, she had moved her bottom toward me simply in an unconscious effort
to follow the source of heat that my body emitted.

   All of a suddent, without fully realizing what was happening, I lost
control of myself and my lower body, as though having a mind of its own,
began to shake back and forth and in the process I was rubbing my erection
deeper into the crack of her bottom.  Then a most sastifying sensation
began to prevail all over my entire body, this without my being able to
prevent it.  My hand went on her waist at first, to finally move to her
left breast over the material of her gown.  My whole body went out of
control at that instant.  Without my being able to prevent it, I began to
jerk forward very rapidly thus rubbing myself faster against her bottom.

   The intense climax that took hold of me shook my very soul.  I wasn't
able to stop myself, but I knew exactly what was happening to me.  Before
that night - especially during the last summer - I had often rubbed myself
when I was along at night.  Each time I did so, it gave me a great deal of
pleasure and it always ended by the eruption, from the tip of my cock, of a
thick white discharge.  Each and every time I rubbed myself, I would think
of girls that I knew in school or older women that I saw in magazines.

   But now it was happening without my having to touch myself, and it felt
a hundred times better and stronger.  My climax went on for well over a
minute ending only when I past our.

   When I came to my senses - I don't know how long afterward - Brenda was
still pressed against me and my hardness was once again throbbing against
her.  But it felt sticky, and I realized that both of our gowns were
smeared with the proof of what I had done.

   I spent the rest of the night trying to remain awake so that a
repetition of what had happen would not occur.  Brenda was the first to get
up the next morning - not before I shook her for a while.  As usual, she
put on her slippers and went to the bathroom.

   When she came back I pretended to be asleep - the blankets covered my
head completely - and I watched her getting dress through on opening in the
pile of blankets.  After neatly placing her socks, skirt and sweater next
to her on the bed, she sat on its edge and lifting her gown halfway up, she
proceeded to put on her long, light brown socks.

   When this was done, she picked up two white and circular elastic bands
and she got busy slipping them one around each ankle.  She next stood up
with her back to me and she raised her nightgown well over her knees, she
athen lifted each elastic band until it was well in place on the edge of
her socks high around each thigh.

   From where I was, I had the most erotic view of her attractive long
thighs; my hardness was proof enough of my appreciation of her usually
hidden upper thighs.  When she was done with her stockings, she put on her
brown skirt under her gown, then looking in my direction to make certain I
was not watching, - she must have decided that I was still asleep - she
took her bra from the chair and once again she sat on the edge of the bed.
In one swift and quick motion, she lifted both arms over her head and
pulled on the gown until it came off.

   Her back and neck were thus completely naked and visible to me.  I was
so eager to have a look at her exposed bosom that I was on the verge of
throwing the blankets aside and rushing out of the bed, but it would have
ruined for ever any further attempt at watching her getting dress.

   It took a lot of willpower from my part and I forced myself to remain
very still.  Brenda turned sideways to pick her bra and I did get to see
her magnificent left breast.

   It seemed extremely firm while being as big as any that I had seen in
the girl's magazines that I had seen so far.  Her nipple was light brown
and was well situated in the center of the much lighter areola which was
indecently large, being at least four times as large as mine.  Probably due
to the cold temperature in the room, her nipple was erected, being almost
half an inch long.

   Once more I had to fight an urge to reach for her, but I knew the
terrible consequences of doing so and I managed to restrain myself.  Brenda
placed the bra around her waist, the two cups being around her back while
she tied the hooks in front.  Next she rotated the bra so that each cup was
below each breast; after that she proceeded to lift the bra as she pulled
the shoulder straps over each shoulders.

   As soon as her bra was in place, she put on her yellow sweater and as
soon as this was done she finally got up and walked toward the small mirror
above the bureau.

   She looked at her reflection in the mirror for a while, pulling her
sweater here and lifting her skirt there, finally she seemed satisfy with
her appearance and she walked toward me.  My eyes were shut thighs when she
pulled the blankets well off me, I was glad that my lower bodies and my
erection were well hidden in the mattress.

   " Get up Samuel, we will be late for school.  "

   Seeing that I instantly opened my eyes, she left the room and went into
the kitchen to prepare breakfast.  Once I had both feet on the floor, I
glanced through the open bedroom door, which we never closed - it was the
only way that heat from the single coal furnace in the hall could get into
our room.

   Being satisfied that she was busy in the kitchen, I picked her nightgown
from the chair and I examined it carefully at the back.  It was stained
indeed by a large whitish, crusty circle, and probably the only reason she
hadn't noticed it, was the fact that it was way at the back of the gown.

   That day, while seated in school, I couldn't think of anything else
except what had happen during the night.  But the combination of my lack of
sleep during the night, added to the many erotic thoughts that came, one
after the other during the day, had a tiring effect on me.

   By the time we finished supper that evening, I was dead tire.  The
minute that I climbed in my bed that evening, I felt instantly asleep.  I
was awaken the following morning by the noisy alarm at the side of the bed.
But once again I was able to watch Brenda getting dress.

   I didn't have time to feel angry with myself for sleeping the whole
night since we were already late for school.  All day long I thought about
my next move with Brenda.  It wouldn't do to rush things I told myself. 
Even thought it would have been the easiest thing to do to feel and fondle
her when she was lying next to me in bed, I knew that it could be risky. 
No, I told myself that I had to go slowly and see how much she could take
without getting her awake.  Even though she was an extremely deep sleeper,
I knew that she still was bound to find me out if I wasn't careful,
especially if I lost control of myself.

   More still, in the back of my mind, I was aware that my constant
exploration or her body while she slept was going to lead to more daring
attempts, and I couldn't predict where it would all end.

   No,fondling her body in bed was only a temporary solution, my desire for
her was much too strong now and sooner or later I would have to take her
all the way, sister or not.  She was exiting me beyond anything that I
would have imagine only a few days earlier, and this was scaring to me. 
How could I possibly sleep peacefully while in the same bed with someone
that I was dying to take in my arms and to make love to?

   I had no right to plan or even think about making love to her.  She was
my sister, and society didn't take too kindly on those who were caught
indulging in incest.  It did exist a lot in those days though.  I knew for
a fact that many boys who had sisters of their age, openly admitted
foundling them, and one boy in particular, Jack Barton, even told me that
he had often fucked his sister Carol even though she was a year older than
him.  Jack often bragged that she greatly enjoyed what they were doing
together.  In fact, as he once said to me, most of the time she was the one
coaxing him to fuck her again and again.

   At first I didn't believe Jack, but as he went on to describe in many
details what he and his sister did together, it became evident that he must
have been telling the truth.  How else could he know about these things he
was telling me.

   Yes, I wanted Brenda to feel toward me, what Carol felt toward Jack.  I
wanted her to get as much pleasure out of this as I knew I would.  But how
was I to initiate her to the pleasures of copulating with me without
causing her to panic?

   Then I thought about an event that had occurred the previous winter.  It
was a Saturday morning and I had gotten up early to go skiing with a few of
my friends.  Before getting dress that morning, I had taken off my gown and
then my underpants so as to put on my long underwear.  I was completely
naked in the room, and as I searched in the drawers of the bureau for my
long underwear, I noticed in the mirror Brenda staring at me.

   At the time it didn't bother me to have her see me naked, to me it felt
the same as if I were naked in front of any boy in the shower room in
school.  So I just went on searching and I never gave it a second thought.

   But now as I remembered that event, it occur to me that she had been
examining me carefully and even if my cock at the time had been limp, it
must have intrigue her to know that such a soft piece of flesh could get
well inside a woman.  There was no doubt in my mind that girls knew and
talked about these things when they were together in school, and Brenda was
not as ignorant about these matters as mother thought.

   Therfore, I said to myself, why not give her the opportunity to get
acquainted with my cock, but this time I was going to give her the
opportunity to see it in all its grandeur while it was fully erected.

   That same evening, I purposely lingered in the kitchen a couple of
minutes while she was in our room putting on her gown.  When I got into the
room, she was just climbing into the bed.  The thought of parading naked -
even if the room was in half darkness - had already caused my cock to
swell.

   I wanted to be very certain that she didn't fall asleep before I had
time to undress, so while undressing on my side of the bed, I asked her how
her friend Clara was.  Clara had been taken to the hospital the previous
day because of severe pains in her abdomen.  While Brenda explained to me
that Clara would be fine since the doctor discovered that her pains were
due to an appendices attack, she was to have her appendix removed in a day
or so.

   While Brenda talked to me, I pretended to look for my gown while
purposely passing in front of the window where the street light lit a
portion of the room.  Of course I was naked and I had an erection that
would have shame a bull.  She couldn't fail to see it because of the light
in the street, I slowly opened one drawer after another looking for my
gown, and I even turned sideways to let her have a better look.

   The fact that she stopped talking in the middle of a sentence was proof
enough of her watching me.  It took her several seconds before she could
finish what she had been saying.  Purposely, I shoved my lower body forward
thus allowing my cock to boldly bounce back and forth.  At last I found my
gown, and while standing in front of the window, I made a show of putting
in on.

   When I climbed into the bed next to her, she didn't move toward me to
share our body heat, as she would have done normally.  Instead, she
remained very still on her side of the bed and for a long time afterward
she turned one way then the other thus revealing that she had trouble
sleeping.

   Apparently the sight of my naked body had disturb her indeed but it had
had the opposite effect that I had anticipated.  The sight of my cock,
instead of creating a desire in her to feel it, as I had hoped it would,
had scare her a little.  It was too late now to change things, it had been
a mistake to expose myself thus and there was nothing I could do about it
now.

   I felt asleep before she did that night.  In the middle of the night I
had to go to the bathroom and when I came back, Brenda moved against me
once more.  She was in a deep sleep, as I could tell by her regular
breathing and it was evident to me that she had move unconsciously toward
the source of heat - which was my body.  A couple of minutes later I once
again had my erection between the crack of her bottom through the layers of
material.

   Next, being very careful not to awaken her, my hand began to slowly
explore her body.  I paid a special attention to her waist and left thigh.
Then very gently I place the palm of my hand on her breast - over her gown
- while I began to slowly shove my lower body against her bottom.

   Soon the excitement and pleasure that I felt became more important than
my need to be prudent and I proceeded to shoved my body faster against her,
while at the same time my hand over her breast started to knead and press
in her soft flesh.

   Once more I experienced the crisis approaching, the pleasure that took
hold of me is too great to describe.  When the explosion arrived, my whole
body shook and my hand on her breast pressed and squeezed the exiting mount
of flesh.  At that moment I was certain that I was going to pull her out of
her sleep, but her only reaction was to mumble a few incoherent words as
she remained very still thus letting me use her body for my pleasure.

   For the next two weeks her sleeping body became mine to use as much as I
dared.  Thus by helping myself to her body, I made myself climax every
night and sometime more than once.

   One night, as she lay with her buttock toward me, I became bolder. 
Instead of pressing my hardness against her round bottom, I placed my hand
on the twin round spheres of her bottom cheeks and I gently stroke her. 
Soon I notice that her gown - as she must have moved around in bed - had
gotten high over her thighs.

   My hand was actually toughing the soft and warm flesh of her thighs. 
Immediately I became exited to the utmost.  Encourage by this, I carefully
pulled on her gown until it slid all the way around her waist thus leaving
her lower body covered only by her white cotton panties only.  The thin
material of her panties was only barely hiding her bottom.

   In those days, especially during the war, all girls wore the same kind
of white panties with an elastic band around the waistline and one around
each thigh.  They very similar in design and they resemble the bottom
section of the woman bathing suite, except that they were white and a lot
thinner.

   Brenda was still asleep of course, I was now an expert in this sort of
exploration since each and every night I would wait for her to fall asleep
and I knew all of the signs to watch for.

   On a couple of occasions while I was getting my pleasure with her body
she stirred a little, but each time, after a pause of a minute or so, she
would always resume her regular breathing.  It was a good thing that Brenda
was a very profound sleeper or else she would have already caught me by
then.

   I still can recall the time when she was about nine or ten, when she
used to sleepwalk.  Once, in the middle of the night, she actually walked
outside the house.  This incident had happen in summer, father had heard
her as she was leaving the house, so she hadn't gone very far that time.  I
think this is one of the reasons mother insisted that she continue to sleep
in a child bed with the high sided, even though she was much too old for
that.  Mother was hoping that the high sides would prevent her from getting
out when she was sleepwalking.



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