" She let loose a loud chuckle then quickly composed herself. "It was umm...very nice to meet you citizen." she said putting her hand on my arm. "You ...oo Princess." I said with a wink. As I walked away I turned slightly to see her watching me leave. I knew right away I was in. A few hours later as the events were winding down for the day I noticed a familiar face crossing the street. Her black wig was gone, replaced with short red hair but I could tell it was her. "We meet again Princess." I. A lock of her brassy hair fell down her cheek. I just wanted to brush it away. Her pink lips pursed.What would it be like to kiss those lips...I shot my gaze back down to my phone. Why did I think that? What was wrong with me? She was my sister. Think about cute boys. I struggled to think of cute boys. Bruce or Clint or Rex were cute guys at my college. And there was Mr. Morrison, who was our history professor that my sister and I both had a crush on. But their faces wouldn't stay in my mind.. It was because I couldn't see anything and how scared I was and the thought of someone kissing me like this was an extreme turn on. I softly kissed back. The man was running his huge hands all over my body and it felt so good. He started to work his tongue in my mouth until it slithered down my throat. Then I could feel him work his hand under my shirt and up and down my stomach until he pulled my shirt off me and ripped my bra off me and pushed me to my knees. I knew what was next. I heard a. "Alex took a deep breath as his brain picked through what he remembered. "Well, I'll admit it's a little strange, but a lot of religious ceremonies seem strange to outsiders. Have you looked into it?" That's just it. Google and Wikipedia have nothing." Well, 'Smith' isn't exactly an unusual name. You ever axe your grandfather?" He grinned at his pun."Dude, did you just say 'axe'?" Sorry." About a man with one hand?"Alex cringed. "Oh, right." Besides, I didn't know it was an axe until tonight.".