And she couldn't take any of her male friends since it would send mixed dating signals.Our parents overheard Christine asking me to go, and they encou...aged me to accept, even though I persistently refused. Our parents felt it would be good sibling bonding time since Christine and I rarely hung out.So, I was offered the other ticket, and I couldn't refuse.***To get to the location, we took a short train ride, followed by a short cab ride. The meeting location was a small ranch with a lounging. "Oh fuck!" she screamed.When that orgasm passed she relaxed and put a hand over her slit. After afew breaths, she said, "It's your turn!"She sat up and pushed me back down on the bed. "Wow, you're so wetalready," she said as she removed my panties and instantly her tongue wasinside of me. I let out an involuntary gasp.Her tongue went up and down my folds until it found my clit. When shefound it, she toyed with it. Circling her tongue around it. Flicking itback and forth.It didn't take much for. As my hand played in the swampy cove of enchantment, nothing I had ever experienced before even came close. It was sensational!After my ‘spear’ had stabbed his backside for a while It soon became clear that Trev wanted to move things along. I was then told to ball my fist.As I started bludgeoning his hole, Trev’s vocalization escalated measurably, and a litany of loud expletives poured from his lips. I was mesmerized by the look and feel of the folds of silky skin caressing my arm as it delved. I don't know if the Pope is aware of my scribbling and frankly I don't care.Of course another person i don't really want to read this would be the girl the story is about. And why would that be you say. She was there wasn't she. Yes she most certainly was, and no it's not like I was spying on her through an open window or using binoculars to watch someone 300 feet away while I had my hand down my pants. Was it a horrible experience for her, one she wouldn't want to be reminded of, I don't know,.