I could put mom and dad's old house up for sale and stash the money away for my future she said. I told her I'd think about it. My sister had been my ...irst crush and because of our age difference there had never been that sibling rivalry between us that most brothers and sisters had. So even though for basically half of my life she had been out of the house we were always close. My crush had never subsided in the passing years. She knew I had a crush on her too. When I had started coming up to. We were at our special place, which wasn't so special by itself. Just an old broken down covered bridge across a creek swollen with spring rains. But it was clear tonight and the moon was a friendly crescent, giving us just enough light to see each other and all the stars. It wasn't a special place at all, except for us being there.The bed of Mark's truck felt hard beneath me, even through the thick warm comforter we'd doubled over. We'd spent a lot of time on that comforter, mostly on the. Some days you never knew what to expect of him. One time while I was in town buying items at the market to make dinner with, I heard someone mention he was at the tavern drinking palm wine. This I needed to see for myself. He seldom ventured into the town and the few times he did, the last place you’d expect him to be at was the tavern where old men sat under the eaves exchanging tobacco smoke and yammering about how dire life was while watching urchins play in the street. They were all in the. I move my hands up and down both legs, all the way down to her ankles. "This might be more effective without the pants," I advised. She agreed, hiked up her hips and unbuckled the jeans, allowing me to slide them all the way off. The panties were indeed black and silk, but not sexy. More like granny underwear. I massaged her ass some more, then without asking, gripped them at the waist, and pulled them off.Dierdre's legs were spread, and I could see her fur-covered pussy lips from my vantage.