Barefoot in bikini bottoms and a T-shirt, she’s been outside enjoying the sun while I’ve struggled to make her kitchen shine. Twice I’d had to d...op my cleaning duties and fetch her a cold drink. Yet I welcomed the chance to serve so personally, to see her supine in total relaxation while I slaved away inside. She’d required me to ?curtsey? after serving her the drinks, and I’d blushed with humiliation while daintily lifting my ruffled sissy skirt. Extending a beautiful bare foot, I was twice. I put my glass down, now empty, and remove your top. Those perfect tits heaving with your lungs, nipples hard and distended from your struggle. I cup and squeeze your left tit, hard as my nails dig into your flesh, reddening as apply just enough pressure, enough to start your clit throbbing. I turn your face towards me, I see the pleasure in your eyes, I know what is happening to your body, I know your clit is throbbing, your cunt lips are parting of their own accord. I love the way she opens. She was certainly voluptuous, with athleticism in her steps that I found fascinating.She paused at the door again and looked right at me, making sure I was watching her, just like it was something I was supposed to be doing. This time she smiled widely and then walked out. Any thoughts of asking who she was and why she was in my class left the forebrain as I sat on my stool trying to regain my equilibrium enough to walk through the halls and them back to my own refuge.In my office I replayed. Oh Debbie your pussy tastes sweet. I like making you cum. I like when you make me cum.I'm not sure mom is right about this. Why is it frowned upon when it feels so good? What's wrong with making my si(s)ter feel good?I didn't know how to answer Nicoles questions. In theory she's right.Thank you Nicole, now get to bed before mom wakes up or checks up on us. I smacked her tiny ass lightly. Nicole giggled and ran out of my room.I thought about what Nicole said to me “Why is it frowned upon when it.