Not yet feeling her clitoris engorged, he pushed down with his moist fingers, spreading her dry outer lips, middle finger pushing deeper inside Sayuna... The searching finger met with her wet lubricant and slipped halfway inside her hot tight interior. He started to slip both fingers in and out, collecting and spreading her slippery juices, as she began to moan louder.Moving from her breasts, he grabbed her piled up plaited hair, pulling her head back as his wet fingers started rigorously. In the distance I could hear a dog barking and just see its owner shouting over the tops of the brambles. I loved the excitement of being half-naked and almost public! I dragged myself back across the trunk of the tree, letting the breaks in the bark cut at my boobs, so that when I pulled away and touched myself there were lovely red graze marks, like the ones you get if you fall off a bike into gravel. I did it some more, almost wanting to scream a bit, but biting my lip, and now there were. She lifted her hands and asked me to pick her to the bed. I just picked and rushed into the bedroom. I threw her in bed. Fell on her and kissing her face.I lifted her top and I removed my dress while doing so. Unhooked the bra. Grabbed those titties together and started kissing the nipples. She held my head tight. Then I moved to her hips. One of the readers asked me to describe my sister. She is 5.8 ft. Weighs around 58 kgs. She is damn fair.Fig is 34C-28-34. My favorite is her hips. So sleek. She would address me only with the single word “Boy” and look at me with her hand-held glass that made her eye look much larger than it actually was in reality.Yes, even with the brisk winter wind and the crowded platform, it was a relief to be out of the atmosphere of decay that had surrounded me at 444 Prefontaine Place. I wondered what life would be like there after the servants went on to their reward in another space and time. I expect I would wander the halls like some ghost of Christmas.