’ ‘Come by the office in mid-morning. June will work up something for you.’ The receiver clicked in Dean’s ear. It was quiet in the house now,...his family asleep. Dean leaned back in the big chair, and half-closed his eyes. 1970 – the Nixon Era Dean was in Hamburg. THEY were in Hamburg. He and Michelle Brisson were meeting there on a shared mission– each to contact the other on behalf of their prickly countries’ intelligence interests. Strictly business, get up there from Berlin, define some. I had heard a slight vibrating noise the night before with a little more noticeable moan in the room adjacent to mine. My sister Jessica was two years older than me and was in perfect shape from playing soccer most of her life and recently starting up pole vaulting . She had small breasts, not flat but small, “petite” you might say. I, on the other hand, am stockier, built for strength. I turned 16 a month and a half prior to her catching me sorting through her draws. So there I was like a. She looked at me. She started to blush, too. We both knew my parents were at work for the next 2 hours, almost… and we both knew what was going through each other’s minds. I put down the magazine I was looking through and started looking through the lesbian one with her. As I sat close to her, looking over her shoulder, I knew I was going to have to make the first move–being the more sexually experienced one. When I noticed she was started to move her hips a little, I leaned in and started. I knelt there in humiliation and panic, my bum filled with the toy pointing straight at him, my mouth open in shock, trying to think what to do, trying just to think, or even move. The sight of his huge hard on added to my confusion, with lust and shame tumbling over each other in my mind. Fortunately, I didn’t have to do anything. He knelt on the bed behind me, put his hands on my hips and thrust straight into my waiting pussy. Oh my god! Talk about heaven on earth. I nearly fainted from the.