..." Tommi sputtered, not knowing how to rebutSara's argument."Yes, you are! Starting with the scholarship you arranged for me! Did youthink I would...'t figure it out?" Sara's words cut Tommi to the heart."I just ... wanted to help!" Tommi said weakly. Tears were flowing freelydown her cheeks. "Can't a big sister do that?" Not if the price includes telling me how to live my life," Sara snapped.Tommi stared at her little sister, not knowing what to say or how to say it.Finally, as the tears. What I wasn’t prepared for was having his fingers replaced with his mouth. My eyes shot open as he placed himself once again between my legs. I felt his tongue move between the lips of my pussy, stopping to push and flick against my clit, before sliding down and tracing my entrance. I felt his hands grip on to my hips as he continued the motion and my hips pushed up against him. Involuntary movements formed from my body as I gripped again onto the bed. And when he paused and sucked firmly on my. Well, my stiffie was pretty outrageous at that point, even though itssix, uncircumcised inches looked wimpy compared to Mr. Johnson's rammer.So I was in serious need of relief myself.I eased myself into a kneeling position, positioning myself so that mycock was poised at Mr. Johnson's lips. If Mr. Johnson didn't think sucking my cock was gay, I wasn't going toargue. Plus he was about to be a cocksucker and I wasn't. Yet.Are you getting the idea that I'm a bit competitive?Mr. Johnson opened. Like Crudwright the man eschewed the wearing of native attire but was dressed in a Harris Tweed jacket, complete with matching trousers – he must have been roasting beneath his urbane exterior. His broad brimmed hat was tilted at a rakish angle to shade his eyes, and he smiled at us from a round face fringed by a luxuriant black beard. He stood a little less than six feet tall and his shoulders filled his jacket to bursting point.“Please introduce me to your companions, Valentine,” he said..