So, being myself, I went and peered over the banister’s railing, and there she was. She was flat on her back, legs spread wide and he was pounding i...to her like a jackhammer. No wonder she was yelling. It looked like it hurt.The second time was on the stairs. She couldn’t even wait to get to the room. That’s when I knew my sister was a slut. That was not my business though. She was what she was. This second time, she saw me watching actually. And I think that is why I am what I am today. She. Valerie splashed out on a taxi to take her to the Chelmsford FinishingSchool For Young Ladies. She sat on the back seat concentrating ongetting her story right. She had rehearsed it time and time again withSally and it was mostly based on fact but it was the little details sheneeded to get right. She did not want to get caught in a lie.The more she focussed on her interview the less she concentrated onbehaving like a lady; she was getting better, but it was not yetinstinctive.It was only. This got me excited and I wondered all day what she could have gotten me. All I could figure was maybe she had gotten a sexy outfit to wear for me or something along those lines. After dinner that Saturday night I took a good shower, got dressed, and headed over to Veronica’s house.The drive was filled with anticipation and I couldn’t wait to see her. I pulled into her driveway and noticed another car parked behind Veronica’s. This definitely peaked my curiosity as I walked to her front. “Was that better?”“Hey, it’s always good for me. Was it better for you?”“Oh, God! Yesssssss. Can’t you feel it? I can’t stop the spasms. They just ripple through me, one after the other. They start at my shitter and go to my toes and fingers and the tips of my nipples. My hair feels funny, too, like it’s alive. God, I love this. Almost as much as in my cunt. In some ways, more, too. It’s different, like. And it doesn’t hurt now, either.”She still hadn’t moved. “Pull up a little and.