There is askill and an art to it, for sure, and for a long time, I sort of resentedhaving to practice. But E has always insisted that I "work on my f...ce"for at least half an hour each day. When I complained that it was boringor unnatural, she just laughed and told me that I would need to acceptmany boring and unnatural things as a girl. "So many trifles! So manydetails!" she had said. "Welcome to your life, sis."Closely related to make-up are my hair and nails. Manis and pedis weresome of. I feel your hand on my hip, holding me still. Then I realize what you are doing. There is a soft slow stroke of a razor. Gently, you clean all the hair away from my pussy. When you are finished, you take the warm cloth to me again to clean all the shaving cream away and make sure you got all of it. With a few touches here and there, you are satisfied with your work. I feel you remove all of your tools."Are you ok sweetheart?" You ask.I shake my head and smile at you. "That was the most erotic. When they got just outside her torso, Jen put her left hand behind her for support, and then used the fingers of her right hand to part her lower lips. She spread them wide for a moment, though at the distance it was too difficult to make out any detail. Then, in an agonizingly slow move, she slid a finger up and onto her clit. She held it there for a heartbeat, then pulled her hand away and slid back into the water.Dave was rock hard.Jennifer continued to slide her hand up and down his length,. "Sis, she says I should tell someone, someone?like you. She says it could make a lot of difference to how I get better." I was stunned rather than prepared but managed to stutter a yes that seemed to convince her. I pleaded to go to the toilet and on the way got the recorder and put it in my pocket. She then took charge, she led me to the couch in the lounge room. We sat down. "Please do it for me Sis. It's going to be awful but I need you. It's all as clear in my mind as if it happened.