" He quickly climbed the stairs and headed for Amanda's room. The door was wide open so he saw her before he entered the room. "She's lying of the bed...naked and she's got something stuck in her pussy." He thought. "Boy she's really something, would I ever like to fuck her." But he knew he couldn't because she was his sister, if she told on him his mom and dad would kill him. He took a long look at her examining every inch of her sweet little body. Her orange size tits were pointed and sticking. I nodded. The ignition was already on to charge my phone, so I hit the switch and lowered the window.“Rory Johnson?” he asked.That really threw me. “Uh ... yes.”“I’m with the East-West Detective Agency. We represent Dr. Randall Herringwick. Is that our perp? The white SUV?” He never looked at it.“Um ... yes.”“The blue house?” Again, he hadn’t looked.“Yes. It was still pretty dark, but I saw him lead her in there about an hour ago. She didn’t seem to resist him at all.”He nodded. “Do you see the. On anyone else, the dress would look slutty, but on Angel, it looked wonderful.Her long dark hair had been pulled back into a pony tail, so as not to hide her face, nor get in the way later. She needed to look her best, and Angel was pleased with the way she looked. She had worn a little mascara, but no lipstick. Lipstick was not allowed for today.Dressed and ready, Angel looked again in the mirror, satisfied that she looked better than ever before. And older. Much older than her sixteen. His tongue encircles my sensitive clit as he inserts a fourth finger with his thumb curled in his palm inside me. Then inexplicably, my pussy gives way to his hand. Slowly he begins fisting me as he continued to lick my clit. Normally, I don’t scream while fucking or doing stuff like this, mainly because present hubby says it’s unnecessary. However, at that moment, I cry out, realizing that my inhibitions are all gone, because it’s just Dave and I alone on the bed. Harder and harder he fists.