” His hands slid down to the insideof her knees and began to apply pressure. “Now don’t touch thecrosses, but let your legs part open, yes, such...a good girl,” watchingas her legs began to bow open. His hands moved up her inner thighs, feelingthe taut flesh, the muscles straining from the obscene position her had placedher in. He had done this many times before, using the crosses to force younggirls into spread positions, their young, nubile bodies open for his fondling.He had many more position. "You know, when I met Killian, I made it clear to him that I would never ever let another woman touch him," explained Terrana."I can see that Sissy. I mean it is one thing for him to be OK with sharing you, but I can see where you may not feel the same way if roles were reversed," agreed Trista.Giving her sister a deep kiss. "I can see something else is weighing on your mind, Sissy? What is it" questioned Trista?Terrana explained her dilemma and the guilt for denying Killian the same pleasures. "Getting more sure all the time," I said."Damn," the woman whispered as I gripped her thigh, "you do take liberties."I pulled her down beside me without much effort and absolutely no struggle. Her mouth was full and moist, her tongue was active and her body warm and lush. I laid her down, flipped her dress up, rolled between her wide-spread legs, entered her easily and had her up on her shoulders whinnying like a colt in jig time. She wrapped her legs about my waist and devoured my mouth while. She said "no — before you I asked two or three men but they just did not care even to listen — so I must sincerely thank you".Then she gave one bag to me and carried the other with her. I was a bit relieved because even though the bag was big and full it weighed tolerably only. Out of politeness I said "you please give me the other bag if that is heavier than this". She said "no — both contain clothes only — weight is mot much — only they are trouble because they are big and bulky".We stood.