Foreword
"Let me undress you. I love to," said Isobel. She came close to Gwen and began unfastening her clothes. Surely this was not so terribly wrong, Gwen thought, it's just playing. It doesn't hurt anybody.
She stifled her conscience and abandoned herself to Isobel. The older girl lifted her dress from her. Then the brassiere was unfastened, and Gwen's pear-shaped breasts were free. They stood up proudly, the nipples already in peaks. Then Isobel's small hands pulled at the panties and yanked them down.
"Now me," said Isobel, standing up. She held out her arms.
Gwen obeyed, her hands shaking with desire. She took off the loose wrapper, to find a warm silken nude body underneath. Eagerly her hands caressed the pink and white flesh. Isobel lay down on the bed and drew Gwen on top of her.
"Oh I don't know I don't want-" Gwen began to protest.
She was interrupted by a masculine voice from behind them. "What a pretty picture. Mind if I join you?"
Horrified, Gwen lifted her head to see Don Hoover standing beside the large bed gazing down at his wife and Gwen. He was taking off his clothes!
Gwen began to struggle, trying to get out of the smaller girl's strong grip.
"She's getting away, Don!" said Isobel, getting a better grip on Gwen's legs. "She's sweet when she gets hot, but sometimes she's hard to manage."
Gwen froze in horror as she realized what this couple meant to do. They meant to hold her, and force her to submit to both of them at the same time!
"Now, Don. Now," Isobel cried. She forced Gwen's legs apart as Don moved forward...