*#How is it not fair? You're supposed to be a Helpline, dammit! How canyou be that when you just pass the buck on to someone else and patyourself on t...e back for a job well done?#*... It's not my job!*#Is that what you're going to hide behind? These people need help, notsome moron on a phone who can's tell them anything new and just fobsthem off with a phone number that doesn't work!#*I try and get them through if I can. If there's no-one there, what amI supposed to do? I try and get them back. Told her to relax.got a little finger inside.does that hurt? she said no.then i reached for the vaseline and greased my finger and worked it in her asshole until the finger was gone.I did a six pack(your thumb in pussy and your longest finger in ass at the same time)i said turn over on your knees,she quickly obeyed.I greased my dick,she reached back and pulled her cheeks open.I put the head in and said relax.it went in nicely.she did grasp for air.i said do it hurt,no but give me a minute.and. Still she was very attractive and I had spent many hours watching her and stroking my-self as I did so. On a couple of very exciting occasions I had watched her investigating her body and to see her gently stroking her breasts and rubbing her fingers between her legs gave me an extra thrill.My invasion of my sister's space was accidental but I don't think that she really believed that. I was dying to relieve myself and I just burst into our shared bathroom without checking that it was vacant. Of course, his eye had been drawn to her movement of the skirt, as sure as two iron filings would be drawn to a magnet. His attention reminded her of her work shift this evening and she smiled inwardly, mischievously, and the thought occurred that this trip might not be as dull as usual. She shifted her position slightly, easing her bottom forward a little in her seat and, as she thought it would, the rough denim stayed in place against the seat, raising the hemline a couple of inches over her.