She also has a rack to die for.I knew she was planning on getting laid that night as I was watching TV in the living room. She came down in her club ...utfit, she was wearing a plunging v-cut shirt that left little to the imagination. Also she had on her “fuck me” boots as I liked to call them. These were killer boots, knee high, 5 inch heels, made her legs and ass look great. I got hard every time I saw my sister wearing them. I didn't expect her home that night in that out fit.I was quite. She licked her lips and reached with one hand to play with her hair while another began to slowly caress her stomach and then, her cunt through her dress.This went on for minutes and it was my turn to be mesmerized. This woman's ability to be sucked into the delight, the gift of the moment was a catharsis for me. To give in to lust, to love, she had what I had lost. Then, for a moment, it was broken. A look of embarrassment spread across her face. Not horror, this was clearly a woman. Then he asked me how to make pussy happy. I said go down and lick my pussy gently. He was on knees and moved my legs wider and his head was in front of my pussy. I asked him to blow hot air over my pussy.He blew hot air over my pussy. My fingers went through his hair and pushed his head close to my pussy. I was breathing faster and moaning louder. Then he wiped my wet pussy with his T shirt. Then he asked where to lick. I moved his head close to upper part of my pussy.He inserted his index. I wasn't sure I could say anything with the deep despair I was feeling. Pushing as hard as I could, I finally got out the words. "Look I know you don't want to have a fucking thing to do with me. You probably have several guys waiting to kill me when you are through torturing me. Just fucking kill me, get it over with I am nothing to the both of you after all."Terri moved into my sight her mouth open in disbelief. Kim could only shake her head even sadder.Kim held up her hand as Terri was about.