"We would like to run trains. I can get you to Scotland or Leeds..." And what good is Scotland?" Rhea asked and looked at my watch. "It's nearly four ...' clock. We ain't gonna be in London anytime soon. Bus is like a month to get down South."He sighed and stared at my sister. "What do you want us to do?"Rhea sucked in air through her teeth. "You can give us tickets for tomorrow," she told him. "If I got to stay in this town then I need a promise I get back to civilisation tomorrow."He refused to. He looked her in the eye as he began to open her shirt, and she raised her hands willingly over her head as he pulled it off. Her skin was beautiful and smooth, contrasting erotically with the white lace of her bra. He kissed the smooth skin of her shoulder, and down her arms. She was rather passive, perhaps even frightened by the way he made her body his possession. He traced a path under her small breasts, admiring the clean line they made as they melted into her bosom. He unhooked them. I tried on my new phallus, admiring the length and feel in the mirror as I waited for you to get home. I loved the feel of the harness holding my new masculinity snugly against my clit, felt a stirring as I envisioned the night ahead. It took all my restraint not to have myself right then and there, fantasies floating through my mind.I thought back to the first time you let me have your ass, let me in on your dark fantasies. Always a fan of having me tongue your naughty hole, slipping a finger. With her ass being much tighter than her worn out coochie, I quickly swelled up again, ready to blow my wad. Seconds before my rectal rooter erupted inside her Brandy’s colon, the bathroom door swung open and in marched Mary. She was steaming hot and all sorts of salty. “What are you doing in here!” Mary yelled. “...Just taking a shower,” Brandy replied in a strained tone, as she tried to push my orgasm stick out from her dirt star. “I cannot believe this!” Mary hollered. “My parents are.