She seemed to display a good sense in matters that helped me with my life. She was a neat housekeeper, a good cook, and she pressed both of our clothe.... We worked well together. She was the best sister anyone could hope for. . . . Bambi offered me the privilege of visiting her innermost thoughts and we bonded more closely with each passing day. At Christmas time we were left to our own devices, without other friends or relatives. The university was shut down for the holiday and we were left. "So where you good?" She looked even more surprised, but she kept her smile. "I was the best!" "Well?" I asked. "Well, what?" "You can't say you were the best without going into detail." "You're serious?" she laughed. I nodded. "We got a lot more road to go, and nothing but time." She cleared her throat and sat up in her seat. "What's to tell?" she said. "I was a tall, leggy, twenty-something and I loved to dance." She was looking at me, to see if I was going to stop her. "I saw a night club. I can hear your heated breathing behind me , and can tell by the shifting of the bed you're wondering what I'm doing.As the wax melts a little more I pick up the candle and carefully crawl over you until I'm sitting above your thighs the candle cradled carefully in my hands just above your abdomen. Your erect cock bumping slowly against the soft inner side of my thigh. You settle into the pillows slightly knowing I'm about to do something but not what yet. I wait for another moment as the. ”I bought her a leather mini dress and took Dianadancing at a strip club. I left her at the bar and inthree minutes she was being hit on. I think the guywanted a lap dance and had a hand on her thigh. She hadher hands on his trying to keep him off her pussy. Shehadn’t been fucked in two months and had only beentouched there for ten seconds in that time. She wouldhave given a great lap dance and probably treated theguy to a great orgasm of hers if that virgin pussy ofhers was rubbed.