We sat there for about a minute, with her looking at me and me looking at the fire. It settled in me that I was actually afraid of what she was going ...o say. ‘What… do you want… me… to be?’ She sounded plaintive, almost shrill. I felt the rumblings of my frustration with her again. With the situation. But her words made me look at her – and as I did it all washed away. I felt myself talking. Talking in a way I’d talked the night before. A way that just felt… natural. Proper. Relaxed, somehow.. He turned on the water and held his fingers in the flow until it reached a nice warm temperature. Keeping it facing away from the bath, he knelt slowly next to the tub. His hand moved over Sarah’s breasts, squeezing them and kneading them. “Lift your hips up…” he commanded. Sarah nodded silently and gently lifted her hips until her bushy pussy emerged from the warm water. Uncle Mike turned the shower head on her pussy, the power shower jet was warm and hard, and the effect on Sarah was. At least not yet. No, they are thin candles (about two fingers wide) and are perfect for Anna’s ass. At least, that’s my opinion.My sister is on all fours, ass in the air, a bunch of candles and some lube at her fingertips, and me standing beside her with a riding crop.Anna’s task is to insert as many candles as possible into her ass. So far, she’s only had my cock and some dildo there, and I think it’s about time to widen her horizon a bit. And to make sure that this widening doesn’t take all. " "Thanks Sam. I will stop by and if I do decide to come back someday, I will be sure to let you know," Anna said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. She left the saloon with Clint and they walked in silence back to the boarding house. As they climbed the steps of the porch, Clint spoke. "Anna, tomorrow I have to run to San Antonio for some supplies for Miss Kitty. Want to come with me? I think a change of scenery will do you some good. We will be gone for a couple days, but I think it would do.