Her legs were shaking and her arms were grasping the sheets. I felt warm juices running down my fingers, more prevalent than before. She let out one l...st heavy breath, and subsided. I heard her say, that was the best one I have ever had, as I was look at the wetness on my fingers. I had always thought that I became more wet than any other girl, but my sister proved me wrong. There was a wet spot on the bed, and on my fingers, there was a white creamy substance mixed with clear juices. Damn. I. ..... amazing." The last word came out of Anne's mouth almost reverently. The tone made James ask a question that she had been meaning to ask her mother since the morning. "Mom, are you happier that I'm a girl?" "I.... I don't know. " Anne answered the question hesitantly. "That's a question I really can't answer honey. I love you. Whether you're a boy or a girl, I love you." "I love you too, mom. I just..... I wish.... " James couldn't finish the sentence, and just went to her mother. They. You pause for a moment and watch me, watching me jerk slightly in different directions not sure of when you will start again, or where it will hit. I throw my head back, and bring it back down onto the bed, trying to catch my breath. I try to stay still, but am having a hard time. But it's not like I am going anywhere.Twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five. I hear you tell me you are done with the paddle, that I am doing well, to stay still, we are almost done.You set the paddle down and pick. Before I knew it she was using her tongue, and I obliged. Almost instinctively I slid my hand inside her top and started caressing her breasts. Pressing them, kneeding them, pinching the nipples. And she kissed me more aggressively because of all the attention I was giving her breasts.My other hand worked its way through her pants and into her panties. I put my middle finger in her love hole. She was so wet. I could feel her goose bumps. I knew it had been ages since the last time this place.