It was a bond that would never be broken or forgotten. She knew her mom would approve since it was an act of love, passion, and consensual desire. E...er so carefully, Ann began to piston herself onto her brother’s manhood. Her hair was gently swaying with the motion she created. The small amount of blood from her broken hymen had blended into the other fluid flowing from her newly-opened body cavity. The tight squeeze she had on the rod of flesh inside her was giving her feelings she had. She said, “Thanks, I’ll see Damien at three o’clock then.” Em had a swim and then a light lunch with a glass of slightly chilled pinot noir and coffee. She debated what to wear for her massage. She imagined that Damien would arrive expecting to give her a hot one, but he mightn’t be clear just how hot she now wanted her massage to be. A little sartorial guidance was in order. She decided on a tiny little pink string bikini that simply corralled her breasts but left them and their prominent. Shealways had her hair brushed tidily, and her only concession would beoccasionally to tie it back in a ponytail, but even then it would betied with a ribbon. She always wore heels. In warm weather strappysandals, and in the winter boots. She always looked more like a youngoffice worker than a student.But on this first day, she was stunning. It was a cold wet lateSeptember day, I remember, and the corridors and halls were full of darkcoloured shapeless anoraks. I came out of the room occupied. I glanced at my watch. It was only five in the afternoon. Still had to get through dinner before bed ... and Sarah would probably want to talk ... I wasn't use to spending my time in the constant company of someone.Sarah was still going at it. "I mean, I don't even think people bathe in this country. Did you smell that bearded man sitting next to me? He smelled like he had rolled around in horse dung!"All I wanted was some peace and quiet."Sarah," I said quietly... "The rules are back in effect.