She obediently parted her legs, and a soft moan escaped her lips as I began to stroke her wet pussy-lips.The more turned on someone is, the easier it ...s to influence them. And with what I was about to suggest to my sister, I needed her to be as turned on as possible.“How do you feel about hypnosis?”“It turns me on.”“Why?”I slipped one finger between her slick folds.“I love the idea of giving up control, giving up power.”“When I hypnotize you, who do you give up power to?”“You.”I slipped another. "You are going to H E LL (spelling hell)" and I said why? " Because I smell P U S S Y (spelling) on your fingers."I was somewhat shocked because I had never heard her talk like that, but laughed it off, and started back at my task. Julie suddenly grabbed my hand with the pussy smell on it and sucked my fingers into her mouth. My wife just stood there watching and grinning.GAME ON!Suddenly, I was escorted into the living room and pushed back on the couch. My wife undid my shorts and Julie was. With one gloved finger I pointed out where she was to sign while continuinga stream of verbal bafflegab as too what they meant. Gently I allowed my otherkid gloved hand to rest on her shoulder and, as I leaned closer, moved it tothe bare skin at the back of her neck. I felt her stiffen and the pen stopped moving but I just kept talking andturning pages and the moment passed, the tension went out of her shouldersand the pen moved again. Yes, it was time to make the next move. I let my fingers. We were both at a point in our lives when we needed each other. I didn't care that she had the same set of chromosomes that I did. She didn't care that I would never be a one night stand. She was beautiful, not only physically, but spiritually and emotionally.And when she died, a part of me was torn away.If not for my daughter, I think I may have given up, even though the mere thought of that would have horrified McKayla.So I cling to the things that remind me of her. I kept the house mostly as.