Emily Carruthers was currently away on holiday and was not due back for another ten days so Roger and Maneka agreed to meet at the cottage for further...love-making in the interim period.They were able to meet almost every evening and they fucked in various rooms but mostly in the bed.Roger actually agreed to put in an offer at just slightly under the asking price for the cottage and Maneka sent a text to Emily informing her and asking for her response. In due course the offer was accepted, Emily. She said " I have to pee but can't get my clothes off help me."I reluctantly tools off her belt which was like solving a god damn puzzle. I started to walk out when she said "I still need help" and she pointed to her pants. I told her no I don't want to see my sister naked she told me to close my eyes. I closed my eyes and pulled her pants down then walked out she took off her thong and started to pee. Then she yelled my name. She slid off the toilet and started liking in it she mumbled" hold. U bastard! holding me against the door u pull my pants down to my ankles u turn me around to face the door bend me over and shove ur cock in my ass..its too dry and hurts like hell u spit on it and start moving in and out despite my muffled screams. ur holding my hands behind me pulling me into u as u fuck me harder and faster... ur enjoying this u slut arent u? thats the first thing u said to me nooo i say still muffled. i am trying to spit out the panties but im secretly enjoying the. This courtesy, extended to me as a ‘gentleman’, was probably in recognition of my education rather than my birth. I found myself sitting alongside Miss Fox, and had the thrill of sharing my prayer-book with her. I sang out lustily, especially when my favourite Advent hymn O Come, O come Emanuel made an appearance in the morning service, rather than, as is more usual, at Evensong. I took Communion, and privately asked my Creator for forgiveness for my impure deeds and thoughts. I felt.