"I guess you couldn't conceal much in that", he said as he began to grin,"but you were traveling in disguise it looks like." Sissy timidly tried to hi...e her hard little clitty with her crossedhands, looking up into his brown eyes for some sympathy, and seeing onlylust. "Before I became a marshal I worked as a prison guard, there were somecute sissies in there. They were really good at hiding things in theirsissycunts, you had to search really deep." Sissy could see the head of the marshal's. But I see four problems, at around sixteen or seventeen she is much too young, she is recently married, she is Muslim and she is Pakistani. So many barriers for a single, thirty year old, agnostic Africa immigrant to break down. So whats the point of wasting time dreaming except that I enjoy every fuck my imagination gives me. I rounded the corner and there she was, picture perfect, walking a few paces behind her husband, the lucky sod. My dick began to stiffen as I feasted on her beauty. My. I look down and watch him give me pleasure as I press my clit into his fingers. He says nothing, but his silence is more seductive to me. My body is begging for his cock. I’m so turned on, that I’d do or say anything for it. He moves his hands up to my breasts and fondles them. I’m close to tears from the pleasure. I want to beg aloud for it, but I fear of his reaction. I glance at him with a helpless expression, hoping to convey my need for him. He put his finger back on my clit and rubbed it. The parents had gone to work and Val was still in bed so I made her a coffee and took it up to her and as I walked into her room my eyes widened.Laying on top of her bed was my sister in just a baggy tee shirt and rather small panties sleeping soundly, her shirt had ridden up and I had the perfect view of her developing arse clad in white panties which had ridden up her crack in her sleep. I stood there and just looked and admired the beautiful sight that was before me. She must have sense that.