Back to the week of the incident, I was doing the usual saturday masturbation ritual, wear my sisters thong and yoga pants, or panties and pantyhose w...atever she wore that day, and jerk off, this time trying to avoid cumming in them again. Today she wore a grey CK thong and the same yoga pants as I came in last week, I found it so hot that she wore them, but when I was wearing the pack I confirmed suspicions I had while holding them; some parts were a bit wet. The thong felt wet on my crotch. "Please do." Sandy said coldly. "She's still mad at you, Sam." Al sighed. "Look, Sandy." Sam said with sincere concern. "I said I was sorry. How about I don't go out with Rick? You mean more to me that some dumb old Rick Towers. We're sisters." "Well... I could never stay mad at you for long." Sandy smiled at who she thought was her sister. "Apology accepted. Let's go home." She stopped when they reached the door and brushed pass Al as she returned to the booth. "I forgot my purse. Excuse me. .there was nothingthere." WHAT?!?" Yeah. No clinic, no building, just a big hole in the ground. It waslike there used to be a building there, but...poof. Gone." Y-you--they--" Terry started to hyperventilate."That's when I realized I had the wrong address," Ray said. "Yourhandwriting is terrible. Your sevens look just like ones, did you knowthat?" He flinched as Terry smacked him repeatedly. "Ow! Hey! What'd Isay?"Terry gave him a warning look. "Fine. So when you got to the rightplace, what. But in my mind I had seen these women take in the hugedicks, and I knew I should be able to do the same. The biggest thing Iwas able to take in was a medium sized sausage. Then one day I foundthese old plastic bowling pins from a kid's bowling set. They weresmooth and larger than anything I had done before. But, my fantasiesdrove me with desire. With the sausage I had conquered deep, with thebowling pin I would conquer fat. I had to dress up as a slut and give ita try. I'd learned that.