There is a mystique about her that beckons to be discovered. I would guess her age at mid to late thirties and although I am some fifteen to twenty ye...rs older than her, I do look much younger than my actual age, so many people tell me. For that reason I live in hope that she might still consider me as mate material.Oh how I long to hold her in my arms and feel her slender hips press against my body and to feel the firmness of her breasts cushioned against my chest. Today Camila was once again. I peeked at it for a moment. "It is so big, I can barely fit my hand around it," I mentioned, before I looked back at him. "Tell me, I want to know," I made clear, stroking his cock. "I promise, I won't tell anyone. Don't you want to give me all the dirty details? Remember, we are both dirty, so you are in a safe space." "You are my step sister, this isn't right," he protested, shaking his head no. "And stealing and masturbating into my panties is right?" I inquired with raised eyebrows. He. I roll off her, lying on my back, on the vibrating floor, and breathing heavily."I am truly sorry you had to suffer that," I tell her, my shame crashing back into me, after our post coital bliss.She says something in her own language, and then switches to English. "That is not what I expected. Your human rituals are. . . Nice." Her large head turns to look at me, and I can see her eyes are still green. "This kissing you do is nice, too." Did it work?" I’m afraid it’s failed. Her eyes are still. ‘yesss,’ Betsy groaned out, not even sure of what she was agreeing to anymore, but knowing that whatever it was, she had to agree with it. Making choices was just too much work. It felt so easy, so good, so effortless and relaxing and liberating to simply obey. Why had she ever even tried to think for herself? Why hadn’t she given in and let someone run her life long before now? She couldn’t answer that question, of course. That would mean thinking. ‘Take off your clothes,’ Anna said, and Betsy.