I put the heel of my right hand against my clit over my tight jean shorts and began grinding down on it,Kristy continued on, oblivious to my frustrati...n in the closet, running her hands down her soft belly, caressing her lovely skin, tracing circles around her bellybutton with her fingertips. I kept my face pressed to the wooden slats of the door, watching intently as Kristy rubbed and squeezed her inner thighs. She moaned again, this time louder.My sister was so wet that her pussy was pouring. Jimmy blushed and hoped that the dim light would hide his embarrassment of seeing her virtually naked. Her breasts were pushed up by the tight costume and looked likely to pop out of the top at any time. He noticed a pair of dice tattooed on her left breast. Both were showing a six.“Hello, I’m Gwen and I will be serving you. What would you like?” Her welsh accent was completely false, an affectation to go with the name.“Beer please?” Jimmy tried not to talk to her tits, but they were insistent. She finally agreed and we both continued chatting. I continued flirting with her and finally, we made plans to meet, she had to submit her CV in some organizations and I offered to help her in the same. I reached her place around 9 in the morning and picked her up, to visit some organizations. I drive her around her city for an hr till she was finally satisfied. I asked her if now all her work has been done we can go and sit somewhere. As we were confused where to go I asked her one of my. This is it this is life or death for us. A strange hush falls over the rows as we watch the house. An egg shaped being steps from the doorway of the house and heads for the shed. ‘Are you guys ready for this?’ Slow waves of nods reply to me. ‘Hey Myrtle are you ready for this?’ ‘Sure am.’ The being was on its way towards us. If anyone was not ready for the events to follow it was too late to say. This egg shaped man was in its traditional gardening garb. The big boots, the cold leather gloves.