I used my lather brush to soap her pubes and I couldn't fail to notice the moisture clinging to her pussy lips,"You're very wet" I said accusingly and...she laughed,"Of course I'm wet, I'm excited, now take a photograph of me like this, I want to send it to him, a sort of before and after" You mean you want me to take another one after I've shaved you?" Oh no, I'll let him do that, I want one of his spunk dripping out of my pussy"I snapped the picture and them concentrated on shaving her precious. Distantly you hear the tearing of cloth as your shirt is torn apart, and your bra swiftly removed. You try to object, then feel your intruders lift you easily like a ragdoll and place you upon your bed.You try to look to see who is doing this to you, and feel your head gently, but firmly pushed back, and soft velvet tied over your eyes, another thrill runs through your body once again and then you feel moist, hot kisses trail their ways down your neck and chest until both sets of lips. She looked quizzically at him and he shrugged knowingly, giving nothing away. He told her to get ready and they were off to do one of the items on the bucket list, she was to wear trainers, jeans and a tea shirt. Saturday was a long day, he took her out in a car borrowed from a friend and they had a fine day sailing at a local reservoir, each on one of those one day courses run by the local sail training club.She however had taken his advice and worn just what he had told her, no. I can’t dance for shit.”“I’m a failure as a sister. I should have taught you!”“You can dance?”“No.” We looked at each other and spluttered our laughter. I sat beside her on the sofa and watched a few minutes of the late-night talk show.“Fay...”“Pen...” we started at the same time. She nodded at me. I took a deep breath.“I’m having a terrible nightmare. Will you come to bed and hold me?”“Yes. Yes, my baby. I’ll hold you. Let’s go brush our teeth.”“Fay?” I said as she crawled into bed.“What is.