I had watched mom take her into the bathroom and then bring her out again several times. I always wanted to see Stormy’s pussy. I wanted to see her ...its too but that might have to wait. Right then all I could think of was that I was going to get to see my sister’s pussy and wipe it too. Maybe my fingers could slip off the toilet paper and actually touch her pussy. Holy shit!As I followed Stormy to the bathroom I kept teasing her that I was going to get to see her pussy. She kept threatening me. Haley was decidedly calm, figuring her plan was likely going to work fine. The chamber first off was bathed in sunlight and the walls were coated with paint made from Holy Water and containing the particles of metal from the ground up religious paraphernalia. She felt as if the house had taken on a festive air. She prepared herself a light lunch and made a pitcher of iced tea. The portals would be blocked only temporarily by the holy water, but even when the paint dried, the metal dust. I felt hot, wet, and sticky material. I felt, from the inside, the warm and slightly wet material of her panties. I felt the light tickles of her pubic hair. I let myself process all of those, and then replayed the recording of those senses at a repeat on high speed, letting myself become closer to saturation with the sense. I let my hand explore, bending this way and that, curling my fingers into her and underneath her, grazing the space between her labia and her anus.She pulled in her. Holly was smart enough to follow of her own accord. Mason’s voice smartly dropped down a few octaves now. “I almost arrested a man because of what you two told me. Do you realize what could have happened if I had? As it is now, he could sue the shit out of me…out of the department…he could file charges against both of you! Why in the world would you do something like this?” Mason was truly pissed now. Heather opened her mouth to speak, but he held a hand up, halting her. “Save it! I don’t.