"How are you feeling?" He asked her, searching her face for signs of anger or distress, or both."I'm OK," she said. "A little confused and overwhelmed...by my own reactions, but I'm OK." "What are your reactions?" He asked, needing her to verbalise everything for him. If she didn't verbally tell him then she could possibly deny it later."Weeeelllll," she said slowly, "I'm really comfortable with what you've just done, it felt really good. Which is a shock, I thought I would hate it! And it's made. I pressed my other hand on her chest, then up to her neck, squeezing softly, restricting her movement and noises.I had almost forgotten that we weren't alone, that Liz was still spectating the action unseen. She'd be frustrated by now, probably wishing I'd just told her to sit there and not make a sound until I said so, instead of tying her up as well. I knew that after seeing me playing with Jessica's pussy she'd be desperate to play with her own, and I grinned to myself at the thought that. The next best thing to being there is talking to you ... naked ... and pretending it’s your hand instead of mine.”“You bastard,” she moaned. “Now you’ve got me dripping wet.”“So ... you gonna get naked for me?”“Okay,” she said, breathing heavily. “This is weird, Bob. I’ve never done anything like this before!”“I’m hard as a rock,” he said, leaning his head against the front door... his front door now.“Wait a minute,” she panted. A few seconds later: “Okay. This just feels so weird.”“Would it be. I couldn't help but stare longer. Something was different. I was seeing my sister through the eyes of a man. Then I felt it. My cock twitched. Blood began to run to my groin. It was so different than being excited as a girl! I felt more warm blood throb into my cock. I grabbed myself with my hand. I began to stroke my thick dick, my eyes still lustily searching my sisters sleeping body. This was terribly wrong, but I couldn't help it. I wanted her. Feeling brave, I walked into the room. I.