Now and then, Mom would get the bug, and they'd go for a few weeks. Then something would come up, they missed a week, then a month. He wasn't even sur... what he was, religiously. Whatever type of Christian wasn't Catholic. Sunday school, needless to say, had not been a regular part of his growing up. He knew little, mostly what you pick up on TV, or in movies. He knew of animal sacrifices. Kind of remembered the Jews did them, although he didn't think they did now. You'd probably have PETA. His world was beginning to explode all over inside of him. She read his face and saw it too. He couldn’t believe it! Yeah, okay, so what if she’s my sister? I’d been touching and feeling and enjoying her tits…every last bit of my sister’s tits and she’s been enjoying that too. Max had looked forward to doing it all again as the two of them sat on her bed and she allowed him to see her upper body, including her bra and boobs along with that silky desirable body of hers. There it was again. She. He smiled and scratched his head. "Well, atleast you understand what we want from you." He said, pouring my coffee. "Sometimes the young ladies expect different things or either they change their minds on a second thought." He handed me the cup and saucer. "Somehow I knew you'd be more understanding of this business." So, do you get many dropping by?" I asked. The younger guy got up out of the armchair and set up a video cam on a tripod. "By the way, what are your names?" I noticed how quickly. ..”“Okay, we’re getting off track here, can you tell me just about this morning,” Christine interrupted.“Yes, god it was good. There was this flashing light, I’m not sure where but after a few flashes I suddenly felt so horny and a bit drunk. You know how you feel, when you know you shouldn’t do something, but you just don’t care and go ahead and do it.”Christine nodded, “Go on.”“Well I suddenly felt that way and when Michael, that’s my brother, grabbed my boobs,” she cupped her hands on her.