A good two inches had slid in, already stretching her abused little hole more than I had done while fucking her. Her slender body shook convulsively a...ready, but, crying and grimacing, our eyes never lost contact.“More. Come on. Up and down,” I encouraged, and I watch, astonished, while she tried to ease herself, but her legs trembled so much that she couldn’t do it. So, I hugged her again, and I helped her up. “Do you want me to push you down?” I asked her softly, my face beside hers. She. Luckily, nobody was allergic to bees. And, all said, the damage wasn’t nearly as bad as it should have been. As the person who’d actually disturbed the hive, Simon got it worse than anybody with eight stings. Then came me, with five stings, and then Liz, who’d somehow survived the ordeal with only three. The other girls had escaped miraculously unscathed. We all took off our shirts while our friends pulled out the stingers. It was the one and only time in history when I saw Elizabeth in her bra. “If you weren’t my brother, I would give you a kiss,” she went on to say.“If you weren’t my sister, I would let you kiss me,” I said, in a moment of weakness.“Are you asking me to kiss you, that’s kind of weird, even for you? I thought Shirley twirled your dinger?”That made me laugh, which made her laugh ... then she left the room, saying, “Thanks again, Big Brother.”She was almost as much of a tease as Shirley was. And that’s saying a lot.I hooked everything up, getting a knock on my door,. Maybe it was a Freudian slip. She probably had sex a year ago and at 44, she was probably still in peak shape.She was noiseless by the time I went to her sides and felt the sides of her soft boob-skin. She instinctively brought her arms close to her body but the moment I moved away, she relaxed again.I didn’t want to get carried away and push my luck. So I returned my attention to the lower back. Soft moans again, so soothing. My hand ventured unconsciously into her waistband and the relieved.