I was nineteen when my adoptive parents died, ironically they died in a car crash the same as my real parents, as their sole heir I inherited their ho...se, not much, but it was a roof over my head, and a little money from their life insurance, again not much, but it was enough to start the long delayed search for my sister.After two years of searches I was ready to give up the project, the only thing I definitely knew after all that time was that she had been taken abroad to either New Zealand. Kristin continued clutching Mitch and kissing him as his hands roamed under her clothes. After caressing her back for a brief period, he slid his hands under the elastic waist of her sweatpants. Passion surged through him in overpowering waves and, judging from the sounds she was making, Kristin was experiencing similar sensations. The kiss seemed to go on forever, and while it did, Mitch shoved her sweatpants down. Then he cupped her bikini-clad bottom, pulling her against him. One of her legs. About her neck she wore a thin gold chain from which hung, like a medallion, a heavy piece of gold in the shape of some Chinese character or other. Her height was evidently contributed to by the heels on the boots that could just be seen beneath the hem of her skirt. The trimness of her figure owed something, I was certain, to boned underpinnings that were an effective combination of the engineer's and the couturier's arts."Gentlemen," the woman announced, "Sir Bristow is able to see you now.". I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans and he assisted me in getting them off. Now came the part I wasn’t quite yet sure about. I helped him out of his boxers then cautiously took him in my hand and started rubbing. I flipped my hair to the side and slid my lips over his head. He swelled to size inside of my mouth, and he was a sweetheart and held my hair back for me as I worked my lips down his shaft. After about 2 minutes I stopped to grab a condom out of my purse close-by opened it.