I was nearly in tears with frustration and fear. I finally asked her, “She doesn’t have her phone. Is there any way I can get ahold of her?”“L...t me see what I can do. I’ll call you back in a little bit.”I gave her my phone number and told her thank you. I called my office and left a message that I had an emergency come up and would be in a little late. Then I sat watching my cell phone, willing it to ring. At least I was doing something, and it sounded like I had a friend willing to help. An. I saw her mouth twitch into a small grin. ‘Well it’s yours if you want it’ she replied.I knew it. She was still up for it and all mine.It wasn’t too far from hers but that still gave me enough time to start getting her worked up. I started to rub her thigh and worked down her calf so I could rub the leather boots. I worked back up again but went onto her inner thigh and gradually worked my way up to her old pussy. As I was doing this she then began to rub my dick and realised it was already. "Next question, do you want to call first, then shop, or the other way around?" I think call first," I said.We went in search of a pay phone, which didn't take very long. D gave me a stack of coins good for quite a while, then she and Jane went over and sat on a nearby bench to give me some privacy.I put in some credit, and dialled my sister's number.After a few short rings she answered. "Hello?" Gwen said. She sounded tired."Hi, its er, Mort here," I said, not sure she would recognise my. When I was naked myself, I lay beside her and – while kissing her – pulled her hands away. Her breasts were very sweet – small, perfectly round with small pink hard nipples set in wide areolas. Her waist was small and flared out to trim hips and a slim bottom. I kissed her breasts deeply and soon she began to relax and moan with the pleasure. I moved to massage her mons though her pants and was soon able to ease them down. She had a small sparse bush and unlike anything I had imagined – it.