Nothing too erotic but it was still my sister and my cock began to twitch. I adjusted it, moving my hand away just in time as she pulled her shirt all...the way off dropping it to the floor.Her cheeks were flush red with embarrassment as her arms folded in front of her chest."There, now your turn. Truth or dare?" she asked in a small voice."Dare," I said, nervous about what she would have me do."I dare you to take YOUR shirt off," she said, the strength back in her voice again.I took off my. The thought aroused me even more bringing my cock to full mast. She went on to describe the wonders, the tightness of it, explaining how good it was for her and how much I would like it.She twisted against me, and then smoothly executed a turn until she was on her knees, her big, smoothly tanned ass pointing into air.I did not need further urging. She passed me a gel tube from her bed side drawer and told me to lube my cock and her tiny rectum with it before penetrating her ass. But she. The heat of the midday Mediterranean sun has receded, and the warm evening glow shines on the waters of the pond, and on the sleek damp skin of Irish. She shivers at the breeze. Goosebumps on flesh.She feels safe here.The small villa, her husband's by right, but which she has made her home, stands across the water. Cocooned in the forest greenery, she can't imagine how life could be better, or how anything could make it worse. Her husband will be back soon from collecting firewood.How do I know. "Hello. You must be Sharon, Charlotte and Kathy. My name is Robert." He said smiling at them.Sharon took responsibility as leader, "Where is this place?" She asked.Robert looked around, "This isn't anywhere really, and it's known as the Dreamtime by the aboriginal people who live outside. This is where I exist; I'm a former Grand Marshal of the Knights Templar.Kathy nodded, "I remember something like this, it was some years ago." She said.Robert nodded, "Oh yes, but for us it was a few days.