She lives across the country, we only see each other on the holidays. This isn't something I can just call her and talk about.SEBASTIAN: Are you close...with your sister?MICHELLE: I think so. We get along pretty well.SEBASTIAN: What about your brother?MICHELLE: Yeah, we're fine. I haven't talked to him about it either. He lives in the city, so I see him more often. He acts like everything is normal.SEBASTIAN: Let's go back to the sexual act. Try to describe the expression on your sister's. She was pretty, though not sexy looking, with the same dark brown hair and green eyes as me, very small breasts, a cute buttinski, and her bush was long and thick and covered her lower belly and hung down between her legs. One Saturday we were in bed in my dorm room and she was getting herself off and told me it was her "self-love" problem that had caused her furry beaver. I asked where she came up with that theory and that was where I learned about the preacher. When I got over my shock I told. College had taught me the painful lesson that taking classes with someone rarely brings you closer. So, gritting my teeth, I selected the class I would have normally selected had a certain Elizabeth Carstairs not come into my life. When I came back from vacation (with a few less teeth to grit--the joys of getting one's wisdom teeth pulled), I found out that she had decided to take the same class. That's the way it goes, sometimes.By then, I knew that I wanted to see Liz on a regular basis after. " I said "Y-ye-yessssir, I would love to get a tramp-stamp above my hot li'l ass in BOLD BLACK LETTERS saying "BLACK OWNED!" or "SISSY FOR BIG BLACK COCKS!"... or something like that...plus something above my smoothe little dic-clit like "li'l sissy gurl-clitty" ...a BIG BLACK SPADE on my titty, and maybe something small on the back and side of my neck "DADDY'S gurl" and on my shoulder and/or my ass cheek "Property of JEROME!" and by that time my little clitty was hard and leaking so.