I had to fire the last girl because she let my husband into her pants. And I guess I'm going to have to fire you, too? Unless you tell the truth." It ...asn't him, Mrs. Crisp. Honest. It wasn't really nobody. Like, I went to confession and? Like? I been havin' naughty thoughts and? Like? The priest... he helped me, Mrs. Crisp. He helped me to fight my bad thoughts and, like? It was so I wouldn't wanta do it with Mr. Crisp or nobody 'cept the man that marries me." Are you telling me that the. “Yes, very. Very okay. Shh, it’s proper English when I say it.”We grinned and I pushed in next to her again. It was a simple evening, but a good one, just us, no outside influence, no pressure of work or anything else.When we were finished eating, I collected the bowls and took them to the kitchen; returning with a washing up bowl of warm salty water. Kneeling in front of Laura, I took off her dressing, which somehow had found its way most of the way up her thigh on the inside. That was the. It wasn't pee. What was it? It tasted good.I started moving my head, bobbing up and down. My lips slid along his shaft as I squirmed. I was growing so hot and wet between my thighs. Why? My cheeks hollowed as I sucked on him. He groaned, my lips moving up and down faster.“Shit, I thought you were virgin. You know how to suck a cock. Damn.”What did that mean? I was a virgin. I had never sucked a cock before. What, did it mean that I was a natural?I kept sucking on his cock and bobbing my head. I. I looked around for my short. Its on the floor beside our bed. Ohh… Shit! I forgot to grab Julies pant from the lake earlier. I got up quickly while waking my sister from her peaceful sleep. Where are you going? She barely made a sound. Stay here, I will come back in a second. I pulled my short up while running to the lake. I found her skirt and my jacket on the ground where we started eating each other out earlier, but her pant, I couldnt find it anywhere on the shore or in lake. I gave up.