Perhaps it was because I'd done a huge amount of both of these, or maybe it was because it was only a short-lived experience, but if I could go back a...d relive any of these moments, it would be the times I spent naked with my sister. It went like this:I cracked on to my younger sister when I was like 15, by whipping out my throbbing cock and making her look at it. I was clearly the one taking control, but she was in no way innocent herself. She appeared interested and curious, but. As was usual these days, it was closed, though three or four years earlier it would have been open from about seven AM through to about nine PM every single day. Later some days.A section leader hopped out of the front car and went to try and open the gate. It was locked. After nearly a minute or so of futilely trying to find a way to open it, he spotted a small electric speaker box and press button. He pressed the button.“Yes,” came the reply many seconds later. The voice sounded female and. As she moved the chair, wrong way round to itsposition under the nail, she tried to remember the exact moment when shedecided to test herself in this way. Ever since she could remember she'd lovedthe idea of being the helpless heroine, but even that hadn't been enough forher. From this simple beginning had grown the desire to be tested, to bechallenged. Her favourite fantasies always contained the same, familiarelements; a heroine, bondage, lots of great sex, and a challenge that had to. But Claire didn't trust Denise. Lesbian or not, Claire didn't appreciate the way Denise gazed at David all starry-eyed, or the way she touched him all the time, innocent touches, sort of, but dammit to hell, the bitch had the grace of a jungle cat and the body of a runway model. Besides, Claire could fathom no reason why she wasn't invited on the trip anyway. Carol and Denise could've shared a bed, and she could've cuddled up with David in the master stateroom. David had informed her the.