Like a baloney pony, thrusting up and down. I could feel my pussy, no not my pussy. A pussy is a nice pretty small thing. What I had now was a hole, a...wet fuck hole waiting to be filled. I could see Dick’s cock though his pants. He planted a wet juicy tongue kiss on me. He slid his hand down my stomach, between my legs and stroked the outside of my thong, rubbing my clit through the fabric. I was surprised and extremely excited. I looked over in relief when I saw Gary going down on Jane. He had. Nowget up to your room girl, or I'll make you!"Oscar ran bawling up the stairs and slammed the door to his room. Carlyran up the stairs and kicked the door open. "I said go to your roomCarly," she barked. Oscar ran past her and went into his sister's room. Heran and cried into her pillow, until he heard Carly tying his door closedwith a rope. He ran to the door, but it was too late. He tried to pull itinto the room, but the door wouldn't budge. He was a prisoner in hissister's body and room. . She anointed her sore and aching labia with some cortisone cream and put a dab on each tender nipple, shivering with pleasure.I can't wait until tonight, she said to herself, her forefinger knuckle deep and seeking, the nail carefully blunted. I need it right now. Her brother was home from school but she was almost sure he had a girl with him. Then she heard the lawnmower in the backyard, pulled on the top of her flimsy baby dolls, tossed back her carefully dyed hair, it was now platinum,. Translators Note This translation was undertaken as part of a thesis on archaic languages. The archaic period selected is the 21th century, as measured using pre-modern reckoning. The particular dialect chosen is the American version of English, as spoken and written during the period approximately 50 standard years either side of that millennium. Modern names and terms have been, where possible, translated into their archaic equivalents. Names and terms without equivalents have been assigned.