I should have known you would spot her. Come on out Birdie, no sense staying hid."A lovely woman dressed in fringed leathers came walking from between...two buildings across the street from where John Cantor had been standing. She walked over and slid comfortably alongside John, hip to hip."Everyone, this is Birdie Gilead," John said. "Have you all had breakfast?" The question was met by a collective nod from the group. "Alright, how about we head over to the warehouse and get some tea then. We. But what are you supposed to do with it now that you found it?” Mary Beth asked.“I don’t know. Joe Teini was after the prospector’s treasure. Joe told Kyle to only bring the map the first time we went out. I think that sometime in the past year or so Joe went to get the old man’s hoard of treasure and found nothing there. It’s the old Schrödinger’s Cat thing. Once he opened the box, the cat was either dead or alive. In this instance, it was dead. The treasure he expected was gone. So, the next. My sister and I, from the moment we first tasted sex with each other, knew we would have a difficult time if we ever had to separate.Yet, within a few weeks of our starting college at Yale, Glen told me that she had met someone.The boy reminded her of Freddie Mercury, handsome, full of zest and yet showing bi tendencies!I smiled and encouraged her, but when I was alone the very next time, I cried until my eyes hurt!Don't get me wrong. I love my sister and I really root for her. I cried simply. If she is willing I will tongue down further, kiss, lick her inner thighs, the backs of her legs, her feet, toes, return to her pussy. Work it, her clit especially with my tongue and mouth, swab through her gaping lips, raise her legs to kiss, lick her butt, lick her crack and rim her back hole – the flesh there firmer, crenolated until I open it with my tongue. Finger her pussy, thumb her clit while rimming her ass. Her pubic hairs will tickle my nose, lips and chin. Likewise the fur in her.