I knew that it had to be. Miranda’s continuing pain would be a constant reminder to me of the wolf’s teeth on my throat. I couldn’t have survive....I think I’m dead.“Lord have mercy,” Miranda said aloud. “Excuse me. I must walk alone for a few minutes.” She left the little store and headed for the barn, passing Katie on her way. She simply waved the girl away. When we were behind the barn she stopped and we wept.The wolf. There is no way I could have survived with her teeth on my throat. I heard. Much to her astonishment, her hand did not touch the object (machine), but instead, seemed to slide to the side, with her brain receiving no signals that she had touched anything. She tried again with no result other than her hand sliding to the side. Frustrated, she put both hands side by side in front of her and tried to push against the machine. Her hands skittered away and she almost fell before she could catch her balance.She whirled around to look behind her. I thought I heard laughter.. She could feel the rough material of his pants against her skin as she began to rock back and forth. Occasionally she could feel the bite of his zipper against her most tender skin. She ignored it. She looked down at him, feeling more exposed on top, naked, while he lay clothed beneath her. With a foot on either side of him she began to push up and down, rocking between each thrust. She could feel the tip of his cock brushing against her cervix. She placed her hands on his knees and pushed back. "Now who would think that saying something like that to your sister would turn her on?But it did.She stared up at me, her hair half braided and said "If I wanted to give you a blow job ... would you let me?"About ten million things flashed through my mind. Right, wrong, good, bad, what if someone finds out, all kinds of things. What came out of my mouth was "Yes."That began the portion of our lives where we masturbated, but didn't need any privacy to do so.And we slept together again after that.