I repositioned myself again so my head was directly above his arse. Slowly I separated his bum cheeks then I lowered my mouth until my tongue was clos... enough. And then I started to explore his hole, his anus, his butt with my tongue. Licking lightly, licking aggressively, pushing my tongue inside his tight anus. I could taste the sweat. He was moaning gently. With my tongue gently licking his hole I dipped my finger into the Vaseline again and then sat up. Gently I started to caress his tight. She looked at the bill more closely. It looked perfectly ordinary. Nothing was written on it. It looked like it was brand new. What could it mean? It couldn't have been an accident - who carries around a single 50 bill? She looked at the bill. President Grant looked back at her. Grant. Was that the clue? She looked at the back. It was a picture of the Capitol building in Washington - two thousand miles away. She drove home. When she got there, she looked at the clues she had. 1422, 999, Grant.. 5" black boots,and the foot socks I wore underneath them. I pulled off my dark bluebootcut jeans, and then whipped my long sleeved graphic t-shirt off overmy head. I was only wearing a plain black bra and a dark purple pair ofpanties now, and I caught a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror Ikept next to my closet, and a familiar chill came over my body. I lovedwhat was staring back at me. My long black hair, which I had recentlycut after growing it out for over 4 years yet was still. That repositioning wasn't lost on my little sister, either. She reached down between us and helped me readjust myself, and her fingers felt so good on my straining manhood. I must have groaned my pleasure, because Joanne was in no hurry to move her hand away from me, and I was in even less of a hurry for her to leave. A minute later, I became aware of her pulling down my zipper and undoing the button, then snaking her hand into my briefs as she sought my heated organ. The coolness of her soft.