She purred as she nibbled my skin just below my throat. "Can I see your boobs?"I nodded, already growing wet.Jackie helped me removed my nightshirt, t...en my sister stared at my chest a while, slowly running her hand up my stomach. "You have such nice boobs, Penelope. I wish mine were that big. I love touching them." Even at fourteen, my breasts had grown in more full than Jackie's smaller, pert mounds. It caused me awkwardness and I wished mine were the size of hers, but in those moments, it. ”“I will, and take care.”Barbara placed her hands on Grant’s shoulder to offer comfort and support.“They’ll be alright,” she said.“I hope so,” answered Grant. “I truly hope so.”“Captain, radar is showing fourteen ships dead ahead. Four are headed our way, four are headed north and six seem to be holding back. The echo of three of the six ships is much stronger than the others. We’re almost at the point of turning northwest to Norfolk.”“Can the groups see each other?” asked Grant.“The six might. After several repetitions she would now start to leak as soon as my tongue touched her pee hole. This time, as soon as she started leaking, she cried out loudly, groaning and shaking. Her pee shot out in several hard spurts.“Oh GOD!” she cried out. “Keep licking, keep fingering, YES!”When she had finished, I pulled my fingers slowly from her, and knelt up between her legs. I slowly sucked her juices from each finger, letting her watch as I did. I could feel her wetness all over my face; it was. Her seventeen-year-old sister had been rude to the lovely Rebecca, who had let the incident go since it had been Joanne’s sister. However, Joanne Wilson was angry about it and had assured her older friend, and ex-Form Mistress, that she would deal with her sister’s bad behaviour when she came home for the Christmas holidays. Joanne slipped her hands in her knickers as she lay on her bed and began to touch herself at the thought of Rebecca Mulligan and of the punishment that she would administer.