.................‘Jesus, Fiona....what the hell are you doing here?’Fiona was my niece, but only about 14 months younger than me. My eldest brothe... married early, and as I was the youngest of six, there wasn’t much of a gap in our ages. Fiona was pretty, but being my niece, I had never paid too much attention to her.Fiona slid down the lush grass into the hollow beside us, never taking her eyes off my cock, or rather trying to look at it as I was covering up. As she slid down, her skirt rode up. Got a nasty splinter in my thumb, but extracted it without too much difficulty. We continued on to Scott Spring. Both Grace and Katrina are over their colds and Katrina is walking normally again. We will go back to rotating who gets the wagon seat.*April 14, 1848 - Friday*Today we reached Alcove Spring and then we saw Big Blue River, 180' wide. What a sight!*April 15, 1848 - Saturday*We were delayed at Big Blue River. There were a lot of travelers and we decided to wait our turn to cross. Not. Then the thought of the fully prepared stall he had at home, waiting for a suitable candidate. Well more waiting for this Sissy, his SissyThe stall was perfect for long term use with a Sissy as a full and occasionally recycling toilet. Having his own personal toilet, completely restrained in the dungeon above a drain for when it's not recycling, but also with the necessary attachments to make it fully recycling when he wanted it to be. He'd had it very carefully designed for long term use and. "You wanna?" she asked"Can you be quiet?" I asked"I'll try...but it'll be VERY hard." I opened my Toilet tree bag and fished out a condom, she grabbed my swollen shaft, slipped the rubber on and guided it up and inside her snatch. She moaned slightly as I slid it in. I pushed it up all the way until my balls came to rest on the soft tender butt. "Do the thing I love!" she whispered.I held it in and made it jump back and forth. She wiggled and gasped and started kissing my chest. I started.