‘Sure, Amy, if that’s what you want, I can try…’ ‘Paul, this is something I need. I don’t know why. But I need to cry. No matter how much ... cry, I need you to keep spanking me. I’ll tell you when to stop. Can you do that for me?’ ‘I can try. That’s all I can promise.’ Amy kissed Paul and lay across his lap. The room was dark, but there was just enough light that Paul could see Amy’s figure as dark gray. He would not be able to see Amy’s bottom change color. Amy adjusted her position and spread. Kritika started kissing me again. I moved my hands to her waist lifting her and placed her on my lap with both legs across. Yamini came and sat next to us and watched us kiss. Kritika pulled back and turned my face towards YaminiWe kissed while Kritika removed her top and her milky white boobs popped out. I pulled Yamini towards us and we three stuck our tongues out and French kissed simultaneously. Meanwhile I lifted Kritika’s one leg on to the bed and stuck one finger in her pussy and the. "There is another long silent pause, then Becky asks, "Do you love me?" "Of course, I do. You're my little Sister."“Do you appreciate me?”"Absolutely! You're my little Sister."There is another long pause, and then Becky asks, "Why don't you hug me and squeeze my tits every once in a while?"Logan loses his patience and growls, "I don't want to discuss this nonsense anymore, Becky. Turn off the fucking TV and let’s go to sleep.” He turns away and covers himself with the top sheet. “And from his. "My treat!"With my sister paying, who was I to resist? Nevertheless, I didn't want to appear like a jerk. In line, I started studying the crappy Value Meals menuette. Fran shoved at my shoulder, "Shut up! Get what you want. I said it's my treat. And I don't want my treat to be a Crappy Meal!"She paid, we waited, and then we took our plastic trays to a plastic table, a plastic booth. We dug in, chatting about this and that. For a brother and a sister, we'd always been pretty friendly. I made a.