She was begging me to fuck her. My sister? There was no stopping now. She guided me. I was inside her. Harder. Harder. She yelled at me. We were one i... each others arms. I pulled her as tight as I could, I was as deep as I could. She was squeezing tight on my cock. I could feel it. We left the toilet building and I saw a couple with their kids walking toward us. Wow, what a look. Nice Day, Huh? I said as we walked by. What else could I say? I just did my sister. It was uphill from the field at. There was a tiny red rose next to the crease of my left leg and a tiny violet next to the crease on my right leg. In between was tattooed the words, "welcome to my garden of love." Exquisite," he whispered.Jed leaned forward and gently kissed between the flowers. I shuddered some more as he did so.He tore himself away from my garden and moved up to apply sun blocker lotion on my neck and shoulders. I stared at his fascinating cockhead."Wait a minute, Jed," I sat up. "Help me out of this thing. Another mind had the idea of creating ten max-sized, max-brightness, overlapping Guardian Angels, up and down the path from us, obscuring the sniper's sight.Another mind created a couple of dark blue human-shaped light blob dummy targets over us and had them 'run' down the path away from us to draw any more fire.Another mind pulled my cellphone off my clip, hit speed-dial 9 (that calls Paul's number; speed-dial 9 being our local version of 9-1-1). That mind held the phone to the side of my head. ..this thing?Christina: Oh it took no convincing -he practically begged me.Me: Really? I've tried role play before. He has always hated it. I oncekept him as an adult baby for a whole week -diapers, crib...everything.He complained the entire time. What a nightmare that was.Christina: You will be amazed at what simple thought suggestion andhypnosis therapy can do. Granted, I may have brainwashed him a bit...She winks at me and looks down at my gimp son's face buried between herlegs. I doubt he.