She and I are only half sisters, but that doesn’t alter the way we feel about each other. She was like a second mum to me, but one that pretty much ...poilt me and indulged all of my whims.Anyway, back to the weekend. I had just turned sixteen and Georgia had invited me up to her flat in London’s East End to attend what she laughingly called my first grown-up party. Though not admitting it, the invitation did make me feel really grown-up, especially as mum had treated me to a lovely new little. I groaned, my pussy clenching as she suckled.“¡Mierda!” I gasped, slipping into my native Spanish as the pleasure shot down to my dick. So far, our private strategy meeting was off to a delicious start.“Yes, yes, beg for my son to fuck you,” Elisabet moaned. She and her son moved onto the bed together. He was aimed right between my thighs. They spread apart further for him.“I want your son to fuck me so hard!” I moaned. “Please, please, share his cock with me.” This was so much easier than. Since it was afternoon aunty was sleeping. She had huge collection of twinkle n tin tin. I was going through the pages looking pics, suddenly she told “let’s play doctor”. I said” Jeeja, there is no peon or sister. How can we play that game”? She” we play will play a new game in doctor doc. It’s called operation table”. At that age, I was bit afraid of injections n the word operation was not new to me but only thing I knew what I saw in movies. I.e. huge light which goes on and a red night bulb. Maybe it was just something to bring people to the hotel, or they likedthe publicity. In any case, I was nearby and on a whim, decided to staythere. I'd never stayed in anyplace that was haunted before, so this wasmy chance. Hoping that I wasn't too underdressed, I walked in andstopped at the main reception desk.Remembering the hotel room in question, 1806, I asked to stay there forthe night, only to be told that it wasn't available. I couldn't take nofor an answer and asked if anyone was.