Most of the people are already off of the bus.Looking out the window I tell her, "looks like Taco-bell, and burger king are our options for food."Jane...says quietly. "I don't have any money" I put my hand on her shoulder. "that's fine, I'll take care of it, I'm sure you can pay me back later." I tell her.Her eyes widen for a moment. Unsure about what to think about that."Let's go, we're on a tight schedule. we have to eat and be back before the bus leaves" as I start to push her down the bus. ?I have friends coming for lunch,something light, a prawn salad perhaps, make sure it's ready for one-o-clock.Do you think you can manage that?? ?Yes Goddess.? p replies. Thewithering scorn is well directed. p knows that he is merely an adequate cookand he has to try hard not to let Goddess down. ?And Vicky needs a bath. Have oneready in five minutes. Off you go.? p takes the breakfast tray fromthe bedside table and hurries off. He wonders who has been invited to lunch.Whilst Goddess and. Soon they were both naked next to one another kissing and fondling, sweating and moaning.“Oh Kevin, you certainly were not lying about what you like doing. I hope you do more because you have got me so wet.”“Really?” He reached down between her legs and slightly touched her pussy, gently shaved with a little bit of bush. Just the way he liked. “My God sis you are wet. So nice.” She spread her legs open for further access.“My God Kev, that feels so good.”“Haven’t even started sis.” Before she. I guess I was developing early, like masturbation at this age, with success! Boy! That was a great time for me. Well, sort of. Mum and Dad split up when I was nine, and that was pretty ordinary. In fact it was bloody frightening!! Their rows were loud and violent, with Mum coming off second best. My brother and I often were victims of Dad's temper, and sought solace in each other's company. We often masturbated together for if nothing else, something to do that was ours alone.One day, just.