How could anyone not be attracted to her?Throughout my teenage years, she was in every fantasy that I had whilst masturbating and in every wet dream. ...ure, I had girlfriends, many of which I had sex with, but I only wanted my sister, and often imagined that I was pleasuring her when I went down on a girlfriend.And this fixation never faltered. As I grew older I continued to dream of her and, with the independence that came with moving out of my parents' house, began with come up with excuses to. Forcing the lock with a letter opener, she swept the dust out ofthe drawer after opening it, and her eyes fell on a cardboard foldertucked in the back. Removing it from the drawer, she opened it up andfound herself looking at an old family photo of the Grassgreens and theBlacksheeps. Together, including Claude's wife Edna, who'd died yearsago. To her amazement, she saw a boy and a girl on Mr. And Ms,Grassgren's laps. The photo was taken just before the Grassgreens leftEngland, and she took. 50pm. I smiled on seeing her, she opened the door and I got in. She drove into the street where the hotel was, where I was standing waiting for her. We checked in into a room, she was shy and I was dying of hunger and running temperature, we got seated on the bed a little bit apart, I moved closer and put my arm round her then squeezed her ass a little bit to feel the texture, it was a soft ass, told her it was soft, she said her body all over was soft, I smiled. Time was running out as neither. Maisie looked up and smiled that beautiful little smile that Emma always found endearing. ‘Not really. It’s just that my train only arrives once an hour, and I’ve got absolutely ages to wait.’ ‘Oh, that’s alright!’ said Emma, almost without thinking. ‘I’ve got a car. I can drive you home.’ ‘But I live miles away.’ ‘That’s no problem,’ Emma said reassuringly. And so Emma took Maisie down to her car, and drove Maisie to her home in the very outer suburbs which was actually a great problem.