We raised horses and sold them. My sister had been a very perverted girl since we were kids she was also obsessed with me and needed to do very kinky ...hings to me I could never say no to her. But loately she started to become mentally deranged. and started doing things I could not beleve I was thinging of getting her help but when I mentioned it she would become violent and hit me. I thing the fact that our parents were brother and sister might have damaged her brain. All I could do was what. I needed to just react for a while. I didn't need to make plans, I didn't need to try to think ten moves ahead, I needed to just go along and let my mind rest."Alright fix me a bourbon and coke, and I'll be right back," I said. I went to my gun stash where I returned the Colt 1911 to it's rightful place. I had only three small hand guns in the closet hide away. I chose a chrome plated .380 semi automatic.This thing is just about useless as a weapon, but it might make a decent paper weight, I. The flight attendant seat is quite close to the 1st row, so conversation was pretty easy when she wasn't busy.Coincidentally, when we deplaned, each of us went our separate ways. I stopped at a terminal restaurant, got my food, and found a small table. Just as I was about to start eating, who walked in? Yes, the Indian princess. She got in the serving line and collected her food. Not one to pass up a few more minutes with this 5'4" ~125# beauty, I approached her. Since she was alone, I invited. We fairly quickly learned how to control our orgasms to cum on camera during the orgy scenes, just like proper pornstars.Each day was a different topic - the best was on facial expressions - the director helped us develop our own - so that a viewer could tell whether the cock was entering our arse or cunt, just from our eyes and mouth. It has to be quite subtle - you mustn't overdo it - just enough pain when you really want to scream "you bastard - that hurts".We went out for a run with the.