The kid was already exhausted when they ran into me. I just helped them back to where they could touch, put one hand on the wall and one on the lane r...pe. Before you started screaming and yelling I was going to tell them where the ladder was, wait to make sure they got out ok and then help them over to where I saw the canes and Light Sabers by a row of benches." If you have been looking where you were going you would not have run into her in the first place," she yelled back at me."You got that. I placed my hand over my sisters pussy ..I just can explain you will have to ouch you real sister pussy to have that feeling ..I was in haven ..was feeling the bulge of my sister pussy lips after feeling over her salwaarI decided to enter my hand in her panty ..lifted the elastic and entered her panty ..now my hand was on my own sisters pussy again ..i felt it in train and now again was there ..my sister as best pussy I can tell you with very little soft hair on her pussy ,as was dark didn’t. Yes, this is about me, I'm just likeany other teen ager who thought he was bulletproof. Well I found out thehard way that we all have rules and some live by them and some well thatwould be me who didn't live by other people's rules.I always thought the rules were for someone else. I just never had timefor rules I did as I pleased and if you didn't like it, well you're justgoing to have to get over it.One day pops into my head that kinda sticks to my everyday personalityabout what my parents are. I have to admit, I was a lot more turned on by it than jealous. Besides, I liked seeing her shapely ass in those tight jeans, and the amount of cleavage she showed with her low cut blouses. Don't get me wrong, she didn't dress sleazy. Fasia is an elegant woman with a good sense of fashion. She just looked hot, not sluttish.She certainly enjoyed the extra attention, and I suspected that she would have been dressing like that all along if it wasn't for me and Randy, our son. Of course, she was.