”“Does all of that answer your question about me? About why I would accept what you have to offer? And why neither I nor Kara could accept it from...anyone else?”“It does,” I nodded.We finished making dinner and I called everyone to the dining room to eat. When our meal was finished, I went to my office to write in my journal. I’d let it slip again for a few weeks and I didn’t want to get out of the habit of keeping it. I’d been in the office for about thirty minutes when my sister stuck her head. “Are you coming?” I breathed heavily, once again focusing my rough palm over the hot, soft skin of my tip slowly, covering it in my own natural lubrication.I don’t know why I asked. I knew she was. I knew from the way her fingertips were digging into my thigh, and the way she was moaning my name over and over again as she began to spasm around her own fingers. She nodded quickly, before throwing her head back to the ceiling; body convulsing and chest moving up and down rapidly. I paused what I. "Nice legs, sweetheart." One said."Disgusting," Sissy," Faggot." Ewwwww."Finally Sandy considered himself safe, as he walked past the last person, from here it was just a clear five foot walk to the door. Then he felt that last person he had walked by, a rather brutish looking man, grab his skirt. Suddenly it was around his waist, not only that but his panties were on full display, his ass was on a pedestal for these people! And they roared, the laughter in that back area was deafening, Sandy. Charlotte, thinking the conversationwas getting a bit stale, turned on the television to VH1. She thoughtthat Angela looked like she was in her late twenties so shouldn't findthe music to unappealing.The second hour Angela started at the bottom of the neck and started towork her way up. The hair here was sparser and therefore a larger areawas covered. Just as Charlotte was turning round for the other side tobe done there was a knock on the door and Sally walked in."Hi Charlotte, how is it.