Alice and I were very close and sometimes we slept together holding each other tightly. I loved to hear her heart beating and feel the heat of her ski... next to mine. We were not lovers. I don't think either one of us even considered it. She wore my clothes and I wore hers. It was like we were parts of the same person only with our own separate personalities. Sometimes we would take care of our special needs like shaving each other's pussies or removing unwanted hair from our bums. It was not. "OK, please, don't hurt me. I'll do it. Please…" Deon stood back and spread out his hand in a gesture that said, 'Go ahead. It's all yours.' The girl approached the saddle slowly. Ever so gingerly, the lithe blonde straddled the huge rubber penis. She positioned her labia just above the cruel, bulbous-shaped head of the rubber cock. She spread her bound hands carefully on the front of the saddle to keep herself upright. She looked down at the obscene member, which actually looked more like the. From her hands to the feel of her small breast her skin was incredibly soft and smooth. To him her skin seemed like the thinnest delicate tissue paper and he understood how the fishhook found its place and pushed deeply into her flesh. When the boy jerked the pole that must have caused the terrible scream he heard. The kiss on his cheek felt warm and soft and he was astonished at her self confidence to take hold of his wrist to pull him down to her petite height. After the kiss she made eye. "We're sisters, right?I'll wear whatever you want. I'm sorry. Ohhhh gawdd don't make me saythis, but if I have to....?" No, this is cute and something I had in mind anyway now that I foundit," said his mother, pulling out an outfit and going over and pluggingin the iron. "It's like shorts, and you'll feel more comfortable in it." Ok thank gawdddd!" nodded Hunter, feeling a sigh of relief. "Because Ireally was just being nice." Don't you think I knew that, but it was appreciated even if you.