My juices were coming out like a waterfall it seemed. His hand was getting very wet.“Give me your fingers, let me suck all my juices off those finge...s,” I said.“Yes my queen,” Jeff replied.So he brought his hand up to my mouth and I started sucking all my juices off his fingers. I loved every second of it. Then I kissed him once.“Tastes good sis,” Jeff said.“Damn right it does big brother,” I replied.Then we kissed again and he began finger fucking me once again, but with his other hand. This. And that gesture. From time to time he would touch my face tenderly and look directly into my eyes, into the depth of me, and something hard inside me would melt a bit and turn to water. I knew what he was trying to do, I knew he was trying to get me used to his touch so he could. . .what? I didn't know, but was starting not to care. Each time his hands touched me, I longed for him to touch me again. I felt a strong urge to touch him back, touch him there, put my hand on that obvious bulge at. When the rush of wind came in thecar I gasped as it shook my system to the guts. It was more powerfulthan it had ever been before. My arms and legs quaked and shrunk, quakedand shrunk. And then it was over.This time I was wearing a Sunday best outfit - a navy blue dress withmultiple layers of underskirt, white tights and shiny sandals. I had toundo the safety belt and stand on the seat to see my reflection now. Myhair was in ringlets, tied up at the back of my little head with a bluebow.I took. I only love my children. Now-a-days I am getting frustrated about your sister’s behavior as his behavior is similar to your dad. They love money than both of us. I said then I was the only person that you love me. She said yes and waved my hair. I said thanks mom. She asked me when you are going to introduce your girl friend to me. I said that I have not even proposed her that I love her. She asked me to say it as soon as possible. I said ok mom. I am going to say it tomorrow mom. After talking.