Then I saw it. Phone box. Not used one for years, but I thought I might as well. I rushed over. Occupied. I huffed out a gush of air, looking through ...he clouded glass and plastic at the young lady inside. Slim, long hair, nice legs wrapped up in thick tights. Even the cardigan didn't make her unappealing.I looked at the time again. Then I saw the odd movement inside the booth. The girl's skirt flicked a little and it looked like one hand was pushed under, moving rhythmically. Surely not! In. She saw us and skidded to a stop on the grass to our left."Hi Sis, hi Mill," she called cheerfully."Hi Kiddo. Hey I want a word with you actually. Come here." What about?" she asked, looking a bit worried."Come here and I'll tell you!" Don't think so! Tell me from there, I don't trust you, you just want to tickle me again till I wet myself."We started to walk towards her and she grinned and turned her bike around. I said, "Wait, I won't, I promise, just want to talk about you and Millie's kid. He kissed each of her ass cheeks lovingly, moving back and forth as he recovered. She let her brother’s softening penis slip out of her mouth, gasping for breath. He kissed his sister’s pussy lips, watching them shake a little when he made contact. They were swollen, pressed together, quivering. He kissed them again, sending thrills up her spine. Bonnie got off of him, spun around, and lay beside him, sliding a leg and an arm over him. She was smiling. ‘Good morning’ she said. He kissed her. If you need more, just help yourself,” she said over her shoulder.Eventually George came over. “Well, we finally finished burying our dead and pulling the dead horses and Indians further away from camp. How’s she doing?”“She should be fine. The wounds aren’t major, but she’s lost a lot of blood and needs the rest.”“That’s good to hear. If you feel comfortable enough to be away from her for a little while, you’re welcome at the central fire for supper.”I rapidly accepted the invitation, suddenly.