"I've got a fucking furnace burning inside of me."I was slightly shocked. My sister rarely used profanities in her everyday speech.She stayed ahead of...me, and as I watched her ass twitch so cutely in just her thin boy jammy shorts, I wondered why the hell Steve couldn't settle for just that.Once in the woodshed Pam started loading up the wheelbarrow with already split pieces while I took the axe to a couple more big boys. Our labors didn't take but ten minutes. When I was done with the axe, my. I wasn't ready to sign on to anything that permanent yet. Once she explained all the financial things, I was able to relax and enjoy the evening. We returned to my apartment to consider her future options. We talked as we snuggled on the sofa, and she seemed quite relaxed and comfortable discussing these things. She was not uptight at all, sharing her feelings and concerns openly and apparently, quite completely. As she continued to talk about herself and her training and education, I knew that. She had to scrub at the blood that had dried on his shoulders and back, but the rest of him showed no need of her attention. She gave it to him anyway, running her hands over his hard body until she worked her way around him and knelt to get to his now fully stiff prick.The earlier incident, when he shot the doe, came to her mind and she looked at his penis with new eyes. She leaned forward to finish her experimentation."I thought I was supposed to be kissing you better all over," he said. But she's trying to become one of those "influencers". Some of her pictures are outrageous. She posted one about 6 weeks before we met. She's laying on a bed with her face down. The picture is in black and white. She's not wearing anything. It's just Danielle, naked, laying on her stomach, with her face pressed down into a pillow. She's not even looking at the camera. I get that it's artsy and she works hard for her body... but c'mon! I'm not an idiot. I know that sex sells. But as a man I also.