Just luke-warm breezes of artificially remembered happiness. They were long gone feelings of being well... well... being... Then there was the voice.I... was a throaty female voice. It seemed to use words, even sentences. But they were like a foreign language to him. Like when you can't know where one word ends and a new one begins.Yet, he knew their meaning. As he knew the meaning of what he saw. The words and the pictures seemed glued to his soul. Or even better: grafted on it. They were part. Her lips were loose and hanging. That pussy will never be the same. I growled and pushed her head into my pillow before painfully, for the both of us, slammed my cock deep into her ass all the way and her scream was music to my ears. Again I didn't go slow. I was going to do the same I did for to her pussy and ravage each of this bitch's holes. After this, her shit is going to be flopping out her ass. Her ass was tighter than her pussy and I knew my cock had no oxygen in it."Relax!" I. She said ok.I picked her up and as we drove down to her place she said she was thinking about what I said and she said it makes a lot of meaning and sense on the matter which I mean emotions and binding when it comes to Children. She said she felt so happy about my openness.We both reached her house and I sat on the sofa as though I was in my own house. She went in, put her handbag and came sat just on the floor next to me and took one of my hand and placed on her head and she, in turn, put one. She has a big bubble butt and legs that never seem to end. She is the fitness freak of your family, and makes sure there's time for the gym every day of the week. She's ripped, but not overly so. Her body, while very muscular and well defined, is still very feminine. She's slightly shorter than your mother, right around 5' 8", though she usually tries to push it to 5' 9".You and Hannah have always had a very close relationship. Your younger sister has always looked up to you, and her interest.