I wanted to be a girl, just like her. I started my journey into womanhood in my teen years by borrowing a pair of my sister's panties, then it was her...bra, then her stockings and garter belt. This borrowing went on for a while until I was discovered, not caught but discovered. The memory is as clear today as it was when it first happened. I was in my sister's room, standing in front of her full length mirror admiring how I looked in her bra, garter belt, stockings and panties when she walked in. " But the whipping would banish any doubt she has about my resolve to direct her," I said."She'll believe you once Jane Marie's protection is removed," Patience said, and Ebony voiced her concurrence."How will Jane Marie respond?" I asked."I know she wants to be your wife and lover, but she still wants no harm to come to her sister. If you whip Fancy at the tree, Jane Marie will be sorely vexed. How she will ultimately behave as a result, I don't know," Ebony replied. "As for Fancy, Mother is. She took his penis and lined it up to land perfectly inside her. Bob let out a huge groan of joy. She did too, but her pleasure was from knowing how much he enjoyed what she was doing. She started to move and up down on him, fucking him slowly. Sometimes she would lean forward and he would cup her buttocks in his hands to help her pump away on him. He moved his hands up her back and onto her shoulders. Then he put his left hand on her chest, placing it above her right breast. He did this to. The two cocks inside filled her up as they pounded away deep inside. She could feel them almost rubbing together. After her close call in the mountains she looked at her military friends as comrades as they did her. Tara would never be the same. She lost most of her inhibitions; she became a risk taker, lusting for life every day. As she had faced death she came to appreciate even more the men who faced terrible risks every day.The strength of the men, the brawn, the power, the hardness.