After a few minutes, I shot my load what seemed like 3 feet in the air. I kept stroking while I was cumming and finished with jism all over my stomach... I had not cum for a while and this felt great.I looked at my sister who was just staring at me. No look of desire or shock - just looking curiosly. When I softened up, she just said "Thanks" and got up and walked out.I went to the shower and got cleaned up. When I came out, she was making dinner and asked me how often I wanked. I told her I had. Not sure why. Maybe because no one else notices it. No, that would be petty, wouldn’t it? Feeling superior, that’s not me. Surely not.In a CYA moment, I told Daddy about my Irregulars, about the car-canvassing south of Union Station. As with most things, he was unperturbed. “Might get lucky. I’ll let Hank know what you’re up to.”Which, I admit, was my intention all along. I’m not supposed to be working the Oasis case, yet I can’t stay away. And I’ll worry a little less if Hank knows.Vanessa and. I knew from my religious upbringing that I had to hide what I was doing, but I had not been very good at it. I was caught and put into counseling to “fix” me. All I could tell the shrink was that I liked the feel of the material. I was too young to know how to express any other feelings I had. Now, single with not much contact with family, I was cross dressing again in private at home. We smiled at each other and hugged. I stood only a couple inches taller the Renee in her heels, and our. Her smell was musky but with overtones of cinnamon and spices. I began to kiss it, playfully licking at the lips, carefully avoiding her clit. I went further down lifting her legs so I could kiss her tender little asshole. Don’t she said, it’s dirty. No part of you is dirty I said and she let me continue as I started to rub her clitoris with my finger. She was increasingly excited, and she asked if she could kiss me, so I showed her how to 69. Though she really didn’t have a good technique she.