I had a friend who had a sister who was drop dead gorgeous. Not to skinny but not to fat. Long legs, tan skin, long brown hair, beautiful blue eyes an..., last but not least, a nice round ass and perfect DD or possibly even E breasts. Needless to say I have spilled more then a fair share of seed thinking about that Italian goddess, but she never really looked my way. At least until one fateful day.I remember I had just received my very first digital camera from my parents for Christmas a few days. She shrugged. "Maybe so. But I couldn't understand why the 'master'," she tittered, "- Some master! Of the house was so pleasant to me - the maid, for Chrissake! Then I started noticing how Madame treated you - more like the little woman than anything else. Tell me, do you know of any other men who's wives make them shave every inch of their bodies below the neck - so's they can be nice and smoooooth?"I didn't answer. Hung my head in shame. She continued, "And, while I was serving up the drinks. It was so dry that the potatoes came up looking so clean they didn’t look like they needed rinsing.“That’s plenty. Thanks again. Now, I’ve got to go pick wild flowers and you have to go shower!” she admonished lightly. Then she got up and skipped off to her back door, which was open. She actually skipped. That’s something only little girls do surely? I hadn’t seen a teenager do that ever before.About midday we all drifted towards the yard. Dad had worked the morning, the mums and Nan had. Pulling Kelly Ann’s top down, Samantha spread gobs of filling onto the redhead’s taut nipples and had a very pleasant time licking it off. Then she took a big handful of the stuff and spread it all over Kelly’s soft inner thighs and between her legs. After tasting the sticky mixture of blueberry, sugar, and girl juice that now coated her hand, Samantha fed the rest to Kelly, and was just about to bend down to really get to work when the doorbell rang again.“Don’t move a muscle,” Samantha.