If Gemma felt this good around my finger, I could only imagine how phenomenal she would be around my cock. There was a moral battle raging between my ...rain and penis, a battle which my brain had little chance of winning. As much as I was trying to ignore the taboo desire I felt for this girl, it was simply impossible. By now I was horny enough to stick my cock anywhere, and Gemma’s moist pink pussy was beginning to look alarmingly tempting. Instead of focusing on that much-needed exit strategy,. My sister was notdressed in a straight jacket or the typical mental patient white gown. Aside from the dazed expression on her face, she looked like she was headingto a high school prom. Dr. Moore could see what I was staring at."I suppose you're wondering about what she's wearing. That dress she hason is the dress she wore to her high school prom. In fact, her wholeoutfit, down to the shoes and make-up match what she wore to that event. Anevent at which, if you'll recall, you were elected. She must makefresh juice, fruits, eggs, bacon, pancakes, depending on my mood thenight before. I always have her make too much and the leftoversbecome sissy's breakfast. I love making her eat my scraps off a dirtyplate. Sissy knows to be extremely grateful for she certainly doesn'twant to go back to the dog food diet. Sometimes on a whim, I'llscrape my plate into a bowl and set it on the floor and watch sissyeat doggy style.Not today though, not after I got a good look at the fantastic jobsissy. "Well I completely understand. I guess that's why you and I have always gotten along... well not counting the mishap that happened in the past."Gabriel reached over to put his hands over hers. Her skin was so soft just like he had imagined. "Let's try to forget about the past."Amber agreed. "Will do. It is time for a new future. Speaking of new future... I guess I should ask. How do you making money now days? I mean since you gave up the "candy" business."Gabriel squeezed her hands gently..