.well! Oh - and another thing. He was older than me. I was in my late twenties - he was in his late forties. I liked that idea. It suggested to m... that he would be sensual.I visited him at his home, while working away on week. It was nerve-racking, but I was pushed forward by my own curiosity. I arrived at his house and he greeted me with some nice music and a glass of wine. For a while, we sat and talked. It was a little bit awkward – but there was a sense of anticipation that I. What was the point, really? Why tell my story to a therapist? To a cell mate? Anybody? Nobody would believe me, and it would just look like I was pussy, anyway. Which is what I was. She made sure she reminded me of that numerous times. It’s because it was the truth. The woman used me, mind-fucked me and actual-fucked me, and then to jam the knife in deeper, she stole my fucking girl?!? If it walks like a pussy and smells like a pussy… The numbness made it easy to go through the motions with the. Slowly after sometime she took it all in her love hole and sit like that, after1 minute she begin to move up and down which make her lot of pain and pleasure.Then after 2 to 3 minute she wasfucking me faster and faster, and finally she got tired and told me to be onher top. I separated her legs and went over her, took my cock then guided toher love hole, I gave a big thrust into her, she shouted loudly which gives memore pleasure, it went for nearly 15 minute then we I begin to fuck her indoggy. Something in her voice was much different than I had heard before. My breathing and my heartbeat slowed as she began asking me several questions about why I was doing what she had caught me doing. I actually began to feel more at ease sitting there in this compromising position with my step-sister. She moved into the room further and sat on the bed, looking down at me and hanging on my every word as I tried to explain in a stammering voice that panties were so pretty to look at... so tiny and.