"Here, breathe, take it in, take a deepbreath. Come on you know you want it. Whore, slut, cunt, pussy. that'swhat you are, now sniff."I see his hand m...ve over my crotch and then feel him kneed me asif I was a squeeze toy."Noooo, please…" But as much as I know that this is wrongI feel myself giving in more and more until finally I get a faint whiffof the substance and all resistance ceases to exist within me. Just theslightest whiff is all it takes as it courses through my body and plummetsinto. Spread that pussy for me.” He slid two fingers in deep, and began to finger me. “I want you to ride my hand.” I began to rock my hips slowly, just a little, mortified that someone might turn and look. I leaned my arms against the tree trunk, holding myself up over your lap. “Lean into me baby, just let me hold you.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my head into his chest and shoulder, lost in the feeling of his fingers moving so wickedly inside me, while he tapped on my clit with. He mumbled something incomprehensible, blushing bright red."Don't let me interrupt, George," Karen said. "Go ahead and milk it off." She tilted her head and grinned, staring openly at his aroused cock. He gaped at her, surprised that his kid sister was so precocious--suddenly aware of how nubile the young girl had recently become, with her pert, thrusting tits and her trim little ass. Karen had worn her dark hair short and curly in those days. Grinning at him, she looked like a sexy and. ” Misha slapped my arm, grinned, then cautioned me, “Here comes Connie.”Three weeks after that conversation I called my sister, “Hey, can you get out? Meet me for lunch?”Misha replied with a growl, “Goddamn it Pat, I can get out anytime I want, for anything I want. Where?”She was sitting across from me squeezing the life out of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I took a bite of my lunch and asked, “Why did you growl on the phone, who pissed you off?”My sister pushed the mutilated sandwich.