'No.' 'Bugger.' She takes another biscuit, eats halfof it, and takes a gulp of tea. 'When did you last have it?' asksHelena. 'Saturday.' 'It's no... in your room?' 'No.' 'The coat-rack?' 'No.' 'Did you look?' 'Obviously I looked.' 'How about in the back hall?' 'It doesn't matter.' 'It does matter.' Helena watches her sister finish thesecond biscuit and reach for a third. There's chocolate on her face. Hershirt is rumpled, the collar sticking up at an angle. 'You're a complete. “Not this cock, Lord Storm fixed it, so I think I’m safe in that regard,” he told her as he feasted on her high, pert titties she had exposed to him. They weren’t as big as Yalla’s, the last pair he had touched, but he liked them very much.He watched as Selwyn slid the pants down her slim but nicely rounded hips. Her breasts rolled forward, and he squeezed himself in delight as he watched them. She turned and hung her clothes up. He got a view of her supple back and heart shaped arse. He liked. In those black jeans she wore that day and that short sleeved top she had on, well all I wanted was to be with her and on her and showing her how much I adored and loved her in ways she hadn’t ever been loved and adored. However, I think she already knew that. She got up again for whatever reason. She saw something across the room. I didn’t see it but she did. She walked over and as she did I watched her sleek ass, which of course was small but shapely as hell, cross the room. I was astounded. Waking up to my grandmother pulling on my foot light speaking “time to get up you guys come lets go breakfast is ready come on down.” After walking out of the room back down stairs I jumped out of bed and quickly got dressed helping Amber wake and get dressed also; “shit that was to close we have to be a lot more careful or shit will hit the fan and mom will kill me.” I whispered will scrambling to get my shoes on. “I don’t think we should sleep without cloths on again either just in-case one.