My phone came out of my pocket and I opened a browser.“You’re into animals, right?” I asked. Puzzled, she just nodded. I typed on the phone for ... moment and handed it to her.She blinked at it in confusion then started to laugh. As she did, I walked behind her and massaged her shoulders to loosen her up.“Keep scrolling; I’ll let you know when I’m done,” I said. And she did, scrolling through pages of Google images tagged with “Cute Puppies.”In between “Awes”s and “Oh so cute!s”, I kneaded her. Come warmer weather, I’ll get myself some of his little squaw’s ass. Just look at her, sittin’ on him naked, ridin’ ol’ Tyrell like a horse – straddlin’ him and the log too ... Damn his ornery hide, I never even knowed he liked women!’By the end of March, the ice was melting in the streams and frozen beaver ponds, where beaver had damned the rivers and creeks. Spring was in the air and the beaver were busier than ever, cutting trees and limbs, adding onto their dams in order to stop the flow. I started lapping at her clit like a dog chewing on a bone. "This is what sex is about my son. Those movies your father showed you is a mans point a vewiew. Not a womans." Mom said as she cum on my face. It was so sudden that I fell backward. And I hitt my head on a very silky soft object. When I looked up I saw the most silky pussy I have ever saw. Sopping wet from touching herself by watching me and mom. "Sis? What are you doing here?" I asked, "to learn about sex too. Mom said I could. I joined in as I rolled the truck over the bridge, stopping again, midpoint, so she could enjoy the sight of the water flowing lazily past heather and rowan that lined the banks.“It’s so peaceful. No wonder you moved here.”“One of the reasons,” I agreed.That’s how we spent the day. Me showing her the sites, her asking questions or just commenting or sometimes just quietly enjoying the view. It was nice. Comfortable. Mostly, I tried not to think… dirty thoughts. She made it difficult not to. Not.