I like to think that her ability to imagine getting fucked by a big-dicked friend would be enhanced if she didn’t have to look at me. I placed a pil...ow under her hips.“That’s good, now spread yourself out and open yourself up for Dick.”She put her arms back toward the headboard and spread and lifted her knees.“God, you look beautiful. You look delicious. You look like you’re ready for sacrifice. Your high priest of pleasure will be here in a moment.” I hoped I wasn’t being too silly and ruin. She then said "we are closer to our place, wanna stop there or go to your place?" She informed him I was gone, but if I was home,I would be OK with him coming in. She told him we used to swing many years ago. When they went inside, he excused himself to the bathroom and she quickly shot me a text " your threesome fantasy will be reality if you can get home soon". While he was in bathroom, she tidied up a little and undid another button on her shirt. When he walked out of the bathroom, she. She really, really needed to go ... now!Upon reflection, she had prepared herself today for the long road trip back home rather poorly. They had been visiting her younger sister and her husband over the weekend, who lived in a large city about four hours drive away from their own. They had indulged in a lot of drinking last night, way more than was usual for her and she'd spent about half the night getting up to piddle. Today she had drunk virtually a full pitcher of iced tea at lunch by. My sister was pretty normal until she turned about thirteen or fourteen. As the older sibling she was the Alpha child. As the younger sibling I always adored her and looked up to her. She is five years older than I am. I can remember when we were both really small that our mother used to bathe us together. When I got to be about five, though, that stopped. I don't think it was my age that brought it to an end; I think it was because my Sister was starting to develop.I know now that ten years.