Just as I managed to catch my breath, his hands were back at work on my cunt, which was now totally soaking wet…He again took me almost to the point...of coming and stopped.After a couple more times of him doing this, I was almost begging to come. I finally could stand it no more and yelled at him, begging to make me cum; because I wanted it and I needed it…He moved between my spread thighs and waited for me to invite him to fuck me with this huge thick black rod.His fingers still worked my horny. Why was she so confused? About what I wondered. So I asked her.It was then I felt a tight grip on my left arm. Someone was squeezing it! I looked and saw a woman. Grace! That is/was her name! She, she what? She was talking to me with a pleading look written on her features. She was saying, "Rachel, look at me!"I looked in the small mirror But Rachel was looking at me not at Grace. I smiled and Rachel smiled. I looked back at Grace and said, "She is pretty and I love her eyes and her. H: Aisa kya mam?S: Haan.H: Chalo dekhte hai.Then she called my mom aur told a story.Fir unhone mujhe doodh ka pucha, maine bola nahi chai piyunga. Fir unhone chai banayi. Pata nahi usme kya tha. Lekin usko pine ke baad main mam ko alag nazron se dekhne laga. Aur unhone bola.S: Kya dekh rahe ho?H: Kuch nahi.S: Apne aap bata rahe ho ya danda laun?H: Mam, mujhe doodh pasand nahi lekin aaj lag raha hai peena padega.S: Hat pagle. Sidha bol na jo bolna hai.H: Mujhe nahi pata lekin aapka nasha ho raha. Oh god bless America,” my sister/lover said.“Why are you in here?” I asked, trying to change the topic.“It’s eight am. We should be on the road, but somebody didn’t set his alarm,” mom said, in her typical pose of hands on her hips.“Kids,” mom said. “You’ve got forty minutes to shower, change, and pack, there is no time for a quickie ... or anything else. Go!”The moment they closed the door; we ran to the shower, did a quick soap and wash, brushed our teeth—really well and got dressed. Packing.