"No problem Mrs. T" Stacy whipped out her mobile and dialled a number."Hello? Yes, we've got a broken down car here outside the new store.Great, thank...," Putting her phone away Stacy explained that the mechanicwas on her way with a tow truck."Thanks," Emily said. Now what was she going to do?"If you'd like I can give you a lift home," Stacy offered."Um, sure," Emily replied. They waited for mechanic to arrive. When shedid she got out of her truck and inspected the engine. The mechanic woreblue. We still had a cistern for emergencies, but the home has a deep well with plenty of pressure. The hot water heater took some doing, as the builders hadn’t seen an inline unit supplying endless hot water before. I never regretted the headaches that installation caused and having to bring in a plumber from San Pedro Sula to finally get everything right. Most native homes did not hot water and those that did used an electric showerhead. I never was comfortable showering with an electrical line in. You are in control. You own me right now. I am yours. I know you are close to cumming because you begin moving faster and I feel your cock growing even larger as you begin thrusting even harder and deeper , in and out, in and out. I feel the smooth head of your cock as it touches my cervix and suddenly you thrust hard and I can feel your cock twitch and jerk as you begin pumping your hot seed deep inside me. The feeling is too much and I cum hard again, screaming and bucking my hips, my pussy. What could be the harm? “Honestly? Yeah I do, fairly often when I can hear them in my room.”“Like how often though?”“Barely once a week.” He said. She gave him a doubtful look, calling him out. He heaved a sigh, knowing that he couldn’t compete with his sister. “Three to four times mostly. Sometimes less.”“Finally the truth is revealing itself! Do you ever listen to me?”That one made him pause. “Well, I used to, yes. But not so much anymore. Greater self control I guess.”“Wow, we got ourselves.