She had my towel in her hand. “Vicky!” I shouted, “What are you doing!”“Do you mean right now?” She said coy with a small smile and starin... at my cock. My sister was short only about 5’1” and very petite. She long black hair was almost waist length from never being cut. Her legs were very firm and she would always walked around in her uniform. Her thighs were very shapely from all the jumping and exercise she did. The uniform was red and white. The top was a tight sweater, that showed off her. The only contribution I made was to add a bit of perfume to my neck and wrists, as I had seen my mother and sister do when performing their ownablutions at home. As an afterthought, I added just a drop more of theperfume into the line that divided my breasts. I remember that the scentwas lilac.It was then announced to me that Mr. Villiers awaited me downstairs. Hiscard was presented as well as a note he had written under seal in whichhe apologized most profusely, indicating that what had passed. Katrina's A Bitch.Katrina's a bitch. The biggest bitch in three counties. Everyone knewthat. Her father was the sheriff, which was kind of like saying TheGodfather was in the import/export business. He ran the county. If youwere on his good side, good things happened for you. If you were on hisbad side, bad things happened. And if you really pissed him off, well,then you weren't around very long. There were rumors about buriedbodies up at his 15 room hunting "shack." I'd never met the. Her beautiful cunt was shaven (from the weekend) and glistening wet. I took one last look and dove in with my tongue. Her pussy tasted delicious. I sucked at it trying to keep the taste in my mouth. She was starting to get really worked up. I moved my tongue to her clit and started flicking that with my tongue. Each time I flicked it her body would spasm. It felt amazing being able to do this to some one I was so close to. I rubbed her slit opening and she tensed. We hadnt gone this far before.