However this voice was not like that at all; it was different; it was... female. Although this was shock enough on its own it was not just the feminin...ty of the voice which came as a surprise. The voice lacked forcefulness; there was concern and almost a sense worry encapsulated in her tone. These did not strike Sophie as the words of a kidnapper but the position she found herself in kind of suggested otherwise. Sophie realised she needed to know more about who this girl was. Was she just a. She was moaning curving herself and I was getting High on her whiff.The smell of her pussy was making me go crazy, being unable to concentrate on anything else, I kept on smelling her hair, her neck, boobs. Incapable to tease her sexually any more, now the ball was on her court she had full control over me, She was jerking my dick really fast but softly, she even took it in her mouth, I was on the back seat. She knows how to play all funny tricks on me. The feeling of being tortured by pleasant. My big sister Steph, the babe, who always dressed attractively, was wearing my baggy jeans and a big baggy T-shirt. Her hair was all pulled up and under a baseball cap. "I was wondering where my favorite jeans had disappeared to!" So, do you think I could pass for a boy?" she asked."Well, maybe, except for those two water-balloons on your chest."Then she pounced. Half a second later I found myself lying on her bed, face up. She was sitting on my stomach, one knee at each of my sides. Her hands. Now, you know I am, you are looking at me in that way. I want that.” “I want you too. Your problem is you are too clever.” Lina giggled, “We share this problem, and you are too clever as well. From one sapiosexual to another, I think gender matters less to you too.” Her voice was bewitching, her charm and guile topped with that accent were totally disarming. He remembered that blank white screen in that cold unfeeling office and how lost he felt. He seized the opportunity with both hands. “Yes,.