Isliye mere pita g ka sapna tha ki mein pad likh kar baa afsar banu. Mere pita ka ek khet hai jis par ham sabjiyon fasal bote the or unhe apni hi shop...par bachte. Mere parivar ki halat achi thi. Ghar ki sabjiyan hone karan munafa bhi acha tha or sabse pehle hamari sabjiya khatam ho jaya karti thi.mein bhi padhai mein acha tha. Goan mein 8 tak school tha or aage ki padhai ke mughe doosre goan jana pada. Dosra goan mere se 25 km ki doori par tha vo bada town tha vahan par college bhi tha. Mujhe. Then we stopped and she sat up and unzipped her dress, then i got to see her lovely pert breasts, they were small but had perfect nipples. Now she was just wearing a black thong. She began taking my T shirt off, and then quickly unzipped my jeans. Now I couldnt wait any longer and pulled her thong off, she moved her legs up and so i could take the off round her anckles. I now saw her lovely pussy, she had a nice triangle of bush neatly trimmed with her pussy lips nicely visible. I had my hands. She was driving me wild. I love to be teased to a point, but from my earlier masturbation on the couch, I could feel my pussy was extremely wet, and I needed some attention. Becky slid her hands under the back of my thighs, lifting my legs to my chest, burying her face in my pussy. She licked from my asshole to my clit and back again. I looked down to watch her beautiful face lick me. I was in heaven. She looked up at me from between my legs, her face shiny and covered in my juices . I pulled. We halted close to a spring so that we had water. Jenna’s wound was worse. What I really needed was hot water but I daren’t light a fire. My healing skills were pretty good, though perhaps not those of a fully trained Ban Draoithe. Those of us who were destined for the priesthood were taught many skills, but what my strongest gift was likely to be had not yet become apparent; Seer, Teacher, Healer, Leader — I was still an enigma to the council. Unlike my sister — her talent was all too obvious.