I still have to hold to that, and I can't tell even you. In fact, I especially can't tell you. I'm sorry, but I have my own moral code, strange though...it is, and I have to keep to that." Okay, I understand. But ... dang! So ... it's still possible that Sis and I are genetically related though, right?" In theory, yes, but think about your birthdays. Some poor woman would have had to birth you, then turn around and get pregnant almost immediately. We're talking twice within a year! What are the. And I was loving every bit of it…I spread my legs as wide as I possibly could to let him in as deep as he possibly could go. I learned to mimic his hip motions and was matching his movements move for move. When his cock would push in, I’d relax and offer his cock no resistance. When his cock would withdraw, I’d clench my pussy in a vain attempt to keep it from retreating. My knees were pulled back, legs spread wide, and my toes pushing down against the top of his hips for leverage and to help. The perky and erect nipples showed clearlythrough the fabric. They looked so magnificent that my clitty startedstraining against the hard plastic cage that imprisoned it.It's a good thing that Mistress makes me wear it, otherwise I'm sure Iwould have exploded right then and there and ruined our wonderful day.Mistress Katana always knows best. With my bra and breasts in place, itwas time for my stockings. I had bought the most exquisite pair of RHTnylon stockings for the day. They were from. “This market has a reasonable coffee, would you care to join me?” he asked. Her features took on a relieved expression, almost as though it was an answer to at least one question that was circulating in her mind, the next was where to stay. “Thank you Warren”, she said. “I would like that”.The coffee arrived and as the conversation had just touched on her cousin and how they were doing, it then branched onto herself. “Are you back in the city or just here for a bit of a tour?” he asked as he.