"Yes," she lied, through a muffled handkerchief, "I'm just happy." This time tomorrow, we'll be in Ireland. And tomorrow night we'll be at the castle....So full of dread was Sue at the thought of this first night stretching in front of her that she didn't respond to his excitement."Just think of it," he continued eagerly. "Two weeks of doing nothing but lying in the sun and swimming all day and making loving all night." Yes, darling. It will be lots of fun," she said, not believing her own. I could see she was dressed in a t-shirt. I wanted to go up andgive her a hug, as childhood is too short for tears.Then I saw her brother cycling in the drive way. He put his bike whereit should and fixed it to where he thought was the right angle. Helooked up at his sister and I could hear him sighing. He went to thedoll and picked it up. It was as if the doll was alive for him. Heconsoled it and hugged it. I could hear him say that things would bebetter. It was cute as he rocked the doll back. Shit!! That bottle looks just like a 7” erect cock. Man! Indian women had to be creative those days as sex toys were not a thing yet!I knew what was to happen next as she started to rub the slimy bottle on her wet, dripping pussy slowly..and gently. After a few minutes, she slowly started to insert the “cock” into her love-hole enjoying and taking time on every millimeter of insertion.It was completely in now, she was bursting with pleasure, I could see her eyeballs tearing up and her mouth. "I carefully sat and thankfully it didn't hurt too much."Lean back."I did and he lifted my legs up and back."Hold your legs."I grabbed them in my hands.He grabbed my hips and pulled me to the edge of the couch which irritated my butt. I grimaced. He rose up and his hard cock was aimed right at my pussy.Oh god! This was it! He was going to fuck me! No! A few new tears formed. They were tears of sadness.His hand grabbed his shaft. He rubbed his spongy purple head on the sides of my clitoris. He.