"Ummm. Milk! Plus, Megan's kept her pussy stretched by letting me fist her since her baby," Morgan said. At this, Brittany's programming kicked in."Oo...! Let me see," my sister said as she reached her tiny hand all the way up into Megan's shaved pussy. It slid in with next to no effort."Aagh! What else do you girls do?" Megan said as she began working her hips in time to Brittany's hand."What don't we do?" Brianna said quietly."You must be very proud," Morgan said into her boss' ear, punctuating. She was clinging to my hand, looking at me with her big weteyes, as firmly and resolutely as ever. Her burnt nipplessmoldered under the ferocity of my gaze. I could see herdark hair beneath her skirt, triangular, and as yet, uncut.When she was naked and I would shave her ready for herpunishment. I would have that pleasure. Then I would whipher.I wrapped my fingers round the delicate bows that held herskirt to her waist. This garment, like her vest, was asymbol of shame. A symbol of pain:. "What a storm!", she thought, pausing unselfconsciously naked in front of the full length mirror, She turned once to check herself out in the mirror. She didn't like to admit it but she had a sensually curved shape. Her waist and hips were maybe her most attractive feature. The thin waist flared outward to well rounded hips like the shape of a violin. She had been running lately, and this had tightened up her figure without eliminating any of the feminine sensuality of her curves."This is going. Ah! Now I know why you said 'adore'. Were you thinking of - the - at Lincoln - in the library - a Psalter? - No, a book of hours - the figures of the Magi blue and gold, rather flatly drawn except for the faces - adoring an infant Jesus - a fat awkward Jesus, but with a face of - well, innocence, but backed by a fierce intelligence and by a sadness for things that must pass away? " Sarah! I hardly know you! Who are you?"He was close to me now - close enough for me to reach up and close his.