That came from my thirteen-year-old sister Carrie as I entered the living room. I startled her. Carrie turned around so fast that I thought that she w...uld loose her head. She turned bright red and said, “Oh thank God. I thought you were Mom.”I replied, “Well I still heard what you said. Who did you say it too?”Carrie said, “Ricky. You know the boy I told you about. He said that he would go out with me but that he had heard that I was saving my virginity. So he was thinking about going out with. She was moaning, groaning and laughing because she now held my hand prisoner at her pussy. I was able to move my fingers and touched her clit causing her to grimace as she wanted to open her legs. I slid my fingers up and down her slit burrowing between her outer lips causing her juices to flow even more. I was still losing the battle to open her legs but was winning the war of turning her into the sex craving wanton woman she was. She held her position for a while but with my pinching and. We went and got showered - together of course and this lead to me with mylong smooth legs wrapped around him while he steered me to the heights ofpleasure.I dressed in tight jeans and silk blouse I phoned Amy room and she hadalso just got up and had not spent the night alone, I told her I wasstarting to pack and anything she wanted in the spare suit case bringthem round (going to New York one suit case only contained our eveningdresses and cocktail dresses which we didn't want creasing, but now. “This is highly irregular.” As if anything she’d done hitherto had been anything but.“Go on, Becky,” Mrs Cathcart urged. “You know you want to.”Mrs Craddock didn’t reply to this, but I felt her fingers on me, pulling the sleep mask away. Even as my eyes adjusted to the light, I could see her big tits swinging above me. I made a grab for them, squeezing. This time Mrs Craddock did nothing to stop me.“See, Becky,” Mrs Cathcart giggled. “The lad’s got the hots for you!” She was moving up the bed,.