I hadn't gone anywhere," Sofia said with a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "I was completely uninteresting and even worse than that..." What?" All...of my dreams were boring too. God!" she snorted. "I woke up and I dreaded going outside. I didn't want my old life." He turned you into a slut, didn't he?" I said with a giggle and then lost it quickly to the girl's emerald glare. "Sorry." I decided I wanted to do something interesting," Sofia said. "I wanted to meet interesting people and travel. When I arrived the girl at the reception asked me if I would like to wear a kilt. The idea had never crossed my mind. So the game went like this. First I had to put on a kilt. To be more precise, she helped me to put on my kilt, which was lots of fun because I had to take my trousers off, and then also my boxers, because of course the kilt had to be worn Scottish-style. She helped me to adjust the kilt to my waist, and she was giggling because my dick was already standing to attention. She was. . no, I'm still wearing it... yes, I know... okay..."There were a few undecipherable sounds, then something that sounded like a slap. Then another, then ten more in a steady rhythm. The next sound was of the bed frame squeaking as if someone was bouncing rapidly on it, followed by a strange mewing sound. If I hadn't known it was just mom and me in the house, I'd almost have thought she had someone in there with her. I was both repelled and aroused by the thought of my mother on her bed, legs. I was exhausted and I collapsed on top of my sister. She too was very tired and she just lied there too. My cock was still in her pussy, but it began to shrink and it eventually popped out on its own.“Jill, do you have any idea how long I’ve dreamt about having sex with you?” I asked her, breaking the silence that befell us.“Probably since I turned 10 and started messing with you,” she said looking up at me with her eyes twinkling in the sunlight coming through the window.“Yeah, and why’d you.