" I don't know, Jake. Hasn't happened yet!" So what if I asked you to ... do twenty jumping jacks?"Abbie stood up and began to jump up and down. "What...s the big deal? It's just exercise! Everyone should exercise more." What if I asked you to ... dump your coffee on the floor, and then use your sweater to clean it up?"Abbie looked at Jake, shrugged, and then poured her coffee on the floor. "Seems kind of a waste of time, coffee, and maybe even my sweater. But what the heck, I'll do it!" She. She began invoking my name. "Oh Andy, yes Andy!"I thought she was faking me out, but then there was that first big groan, which sounded quite real to me. The sounds of my sister made me hard. And a little mad. Obviously, my job was to then jack-off just as loud. But I didn't do it.Well, yea, duh, I did do it. But again I was very very quiet about it. I kept on being that way, to underscore my point.A couple weeks later, there was a Sunday where the folks went to bed early for work, but we had. The ground was still soft underfoot after the winter rains; easy for the still barefoot Princess to walk over. It was covered as far as she could see by a profusion of wild flowers, of a myriad different varieties - a breathtaking kaleidoscope of blues, reds, pinks, yellows, ultramarine and every other colour of the rainbow. She still found it hard to comprehend that a landscape that was so barren and parched in the long summer months could yield such an amazing fecundity of floral richness in. Than we came to normal position I opens her legs wider and I put tongue over pussy and liked 10 minutes without listing her words for that pleasure she was crying and asking me to stop. I stopped and I put my two fingers on her hole and doing in and out speedily for 5 minutes aunty cried and said I am out now I opened my mouth and drink her juice it is salty but taste.I open her legs and put pillow under buttocks I sit in between her legs again I licked her pussy for 2 minutes she asked my cock.