Sarah I know that this isn’t a purse.”Ashamed Sarah sat on the bed almost crying. I sat next to her putting my arms around her. “Sarah everythin... is fine. I don’t want to have this little pocket rocket back. Take it as a little gift. I don’t want to see my little sister ashamed or crying so stop it, please. There is nothing bad about using such devices, it absolutely normal.”Sarah looked at me “Really? You are not mad that I stole it from you? I... I just wanted to try out but I had not the. This all started with a funny idea and a single pair of panties I bought Steve on a shopping trip together and it has turned into a part of our daily routine (a very good part). Steve was wearing panties everyday of the week at this point. We had shopped for panties for him together a couple of times, I had sent him on a couple trips to the mall with orders of what I wanted him to buy, and I still enjoyed bringing him panties home just as a surprise because I knew how much he liked them. He had. What seemed more interesting, though, was their smooching. It was probably against the El Capitan rules, but with him going off to protect us, maybe it was allowed. I didn’t mind. In fact I’d written Billy a letter with little hearts at the bottom, so he’d know I’d let him.When we pulled into Kansas City, nobody boarded our car and we pulled out after a few minutes of banging and clanging.The soldier, lipstick above his collar, stretched his legs and she laid hers on top. When she settled back. My own little cock is hard. Every thrust of her hips pushes my little pecker up against the sheets. Her pace picks up as she starts to truly fuck me. The way she slams her dick inside me makes my whole body quake. That fuckstick of hers fills me up with every stab. It’s like having a tree trunk shoved up my ass. But the pain has all but subsided and I’m overtaken with the pleasure of that fat cock as she pummels my g-spot. “Urh, please mamma! Make me yours! Take my ass” I moan out, completely.