As it was, she already was a fish out of water from her familial and cultural roots in the deep south of Mobile Alabama where winters were mild and pe...ple had a certain genteel manner about them, “The Southern Way”, folks called it, or “being mannerly”. Here in Maine, the lobstermen were hard-scrabble men not unlike the shrimpers back home and like home the air was salty and filled with sea birds. But there was gentleness to the gulf coast beaches that differed starkly from the rugged and rocky. "Joe was happy that he was still in good graces with his sister. He also was happy because he had a plan. "I know a way we can fool around with mom's consent."Kristy's interest peaked with her brother's comment. "How are you going to let mom give you permission to fuck me?"Joe thought about his plan all night, and now had the chance to tell his sister. "Well she is not going to let me fuck you, but definitely will allow you to jerk me off or maybe even a blowjob. All we have to do it make it. Breathlessly Lena said, Oh God, oh God. I've missed you. I've missed you so much. Hold me tight Annie, hold me tight." I felt the same and said,"I've missed you too baby, so very, very much." We held each other tightly until we were alone on the platform. "Come on baby, let's get home."We walked hand in hand like a couple of teenaged lovers to the car. I threw her case in to the boot and sat beside her in the car. She threw her arms around me again and our kiss became passionate, Lena running. His fingers moved higher as they stroked. A moan suddenly came out of Carol’s mouth and his fingers moved on. There was only one destination now. Noel gasped as her parted thighs widened and her white silk panties came into view. She was opening herself up for him now. Offering him unhindered access to her most private parts. Noel groaned as Rufus’s fingers alighted on the flimsy material that covered her pussy; virgin, white material that separated the flesh of his fingers and the flesh of.