''Neither do I,' I admitted. 'When?''No time like the present,' Angela said firmly, 'straight afterlunch.'My heart sank. 'Now? But...''We have to get ...t over with, Elizabeth,' Angela said firmlywith a stern expression and I giggled.'Yes Mum.'Then it hit me, what about Mum! How was I going to tell her Iwas going to nip over to Europe, pretend to be a woman and helprescue her other son?'What's up?' Angela asked.'My mother, how am I going to tell her?''Tell her what?' Angela asked gently and I. Planting myself between my sister'sspread legs, I pulled aside the crotch of her panties for my first look ather pussy. It was beautiful, just like the rest of her. She had trimmed her bushinto a neat inverted t****zoid, her inner lips peeked out seductively fromher hairless vulva, and all her flesh here was a light tan, her naturalcolor. I ran my tongue through her slit. Kayla stiffened and moanedloudly, then slapped her hand over her mouth. I tongue-fucked her pussy,reveling in her. The taller and more slender of the two had long dark hair and more than a hint of the Mediterranean about her — I discovered that her mother was from Italy and had come to Britain after the war. The other was a natural redhead with bright green eyes and a smile to melt a heart of stone — and make a limp cock stand to attention. For the next hour we sat around in that rather polite English way beloved of the British films of the forties and fifties, with a cup of tea and cakes, talking about the. "Pretend you're trying to stop peeing, slave." Eventually, through tears and howls of agony, she had managed to exert enough pressure to stop the shocks. Her eyes wide at this revelation about her body, she looked up and saw him smiling at her for the first time. "So that's two things you've learned tonight, little slave - how to swim and how to use your cunt properly."Alexa continued to apply the deep clenching of her inner muscles every time she lifted her body up before relaxing and sliding.