Joe pulled his finger out of his sister's anus and reached round,pushing the same digit - slightly shitty from it's journey up Crystal'srectum - into ...he girl's mouth."Suck!" he ordered her.She obeyed.She would do anything he wanted.Joe then took his finger out of his sister's mouth and hopped off thebed. He took a jar of baby-oil from his sister's dressing table andpoured some into the palm of his hand. He then slathered the oily lotionover his prick, making wet slurping noises as he pumped. Thank you so much for being the mother you are. Even to a boy like me." Well, you're welcome. Though I am not sure anymore about the 'boy'part. Jim, do you want me to call you "Wendy" from now on?" I love the name Wendy. But I am still Jim under these petticoats andcorsets. I have a feeling that 'Wendy' will be more appropriate andsatisfying for me right now. But you can call me 'Jim' anytime. Doing somay be a nice grounding tool, keeping me in the right frame of mindwhile I am still learning. I want your hands to move over me, treasuring every detail, love on every imperfection while I learn your whole body in complete detail. I want you... I want to feel the physical proof of your arousal pressed intimately against me, before feeling every centimeter of you as you penetrate me, as your arms pull me close. I want to feel every hair from your chest to the collection running down to your pulsing member to brush against me. I want to purr my pleasure in your ear, as your hands. .mmmm...." I feel him spread me open and slide his fingers like a comb thru my meaty pussy. He plunges a finger in me to pull my juices back out and spread them on my waterlogged pussy. My mind snaps to how scared I am, with my mind rushing, and my heart pumping double time. I can't help but wonder if he is going to **** me, and I try to push that image out of my mind. "What do you want from me?" I ask"I told you, I just want to play a little...." "Please don't hurt me, and if you are going to.