We were led over to the washbasins, which we're very oddly shaped. I sat down, and the hairdresser lowered my head in between the protruding porcelain...of the sink, and proceeded to wash my hair. This was my first time that someone other than me or my parents had washed my hair, and definitely the first time anything that smelled so nice had been used on it. After shampooing and applying conditioner, I was led over to a different area, and was sat in front of a tall mirror. Gradually over the. During the first night after his bro was asleep, he reached out to my hand and took it to his cock, it was hard thick and looked like a bent banana from down, i took it in my hand it was hot and leaking on the top, it reminded me the taste, i so wanted to put it in my mouth but was scared of his brother who for our luck always sleep facing the other side, so slowly i touched the wet tip of his penis with my finger, slowly took it to my nose smelled it, the pungent smell which my nose was so. “MMMM, Jane you sure you want to know” she asks. “Of course, is it something bad?” I’m always eager to participate in our sisterly schemes. “No, its something good, come in and I’ll show you”. She takes me by the hand and pulls me into the bathroom with her. “Have you had sex yet?” I start to blush.. “No, of course not!” It’s not that I haven’t thought about it, I am just not ready yet. “Have you played with you pussy?” “No, but I look at it sometimes with the mirror” “Oh, little sis. We were now living several states away from each other. This was during the time before Aids was discovered. I resumed screwing my neighbor (this will be a future story full of adultery and suspense) several times a week and I am sure Cathy was screwing her old lovers in her old hometown. That is just the way things were back in the 70's. We wrote letters to each other and made the occasional phone call. She suggested that I come out to visit for a week if I could get the time off. She.