As the three of them stood on the outskirts of the village, obviously waiting for someone to come out and greet them, they soon saw an older ... man on foot approaching them. And as soon as he had come near enough to recognize Tenaya, he waved and smiled. "Tenaya. It really is you," greeted the older man warmly. "How very good it is to see you once again, my old dear friend." "Not _that_ old, I hope, Xoltin, my friend," replied Tenaya. The way she threw it out made me think the other confessions were just to set me up for this one. Her eyes searched mine for my reaction and I was cool about it. I found it sort of weird but that was absurd. Here I was just getting done shaving and thumbing my stepsister's butt hole, having fucked her mouth and throat numerous times, ate her little pussy, and finger banged her but the thought of kissing seemed so intimate that we had never broached the subject. I guess it would be all right; it. There wasn't a guy within fifty miles who would marry her. Guys were more than happy to have sex with a slut, but they didn't want to marry one.One afternoon, after returning from her job at the burger place, she went to browse the ads on an internet advertising site. She went to the help wanted section first. There weren't many jobs advertised and none of them that she could do.For a lark, she went to the film and video jobs just to see what was being offered there. There was an ad for an. "I am thuch a bad thithynanny." She got up, went over to a cupboard and came back with a smalljar. She undid the cap and there was some type of brownish sauceinside. I looked at the label. 'Gerber's Strained Peas and Carrots,' itsaid. The bottles were bad enough, but I wasn't eating baby food.Sissy Heather dipped a spoon into the jar. She removed the pacifierwith her left hand as her right brought the loaded spoon up to mymouth. I shook my head. "No, I want real food." The sissies all.