There was something about the way she said my last name that spooked me. It was like a Russian dialect or something but it reeked of condescension and...made me feel inferior to her.“Wear something sexy.” I called, as she opened the hallway door.“Sexy is not the attire, Mr. Darling, it is an attitude.” she called back, and went out the door.It was like she didn’t even notice that I was naked. She had to have some sexual urges; it was human nature after all. But her age might have washed it all. You are surprised by how light my touch is considering my hands are big and look as rough as a butchers hands. Both like to treat fresh and big slabs of meat. I start to touch you. Your nipples are hard and firm so I suck them...no, I gently bite them and squeeze and suck them. I lift you up and your body rests on my two hands. I keep them there, each hand firmly gripping your bum cheeks. I lower my face to your cunt. I have a big mouth with big lips and I take you in my mouth. You feel and. Swore. "She means business." What the hell are we going to do?" Amie swore. I looked across at her, then felt a stab go right through my head. Iclosed my eyes in pain. I could feel my head beginning to throb now. Ilooked at my hands, they weren't a lot different than before, and thatwas good. I didn't dare check my crotch infront of the girls, but Ithink I was safe, she'd changed nothing but the hair it seemed.I took a deep breath and felt a little better for it. "I d-d-d-d-d-d?ddd-d-d-d-..."I. . you've gotta see this, man... you've GOTTA see this." I led him up the tree to the branch where I beheld the wonder of my sister's nubile young body, just as she bent over to pull off her panties. It was as if she was putting on a show just for the two of us. Her reddish- brown long, curly hair tumbled over her shoulders as she pulled her panties down off her ankles.Now she was naked, and we could see the pot of gold, her fresh young cunt. For a second, I looked at John and saw him staring, a.