We got home about 4 o'clock afternoon, my mum started making tea, my older s1ster went to her boyfriends and my little s1ster went out with her friend... while tea was being made. I went upstairs to my room. When I went to the toilet (where we keep the washing basket for all our dirty clothes) I couldn't help but notice my little s1ster had gotten changed and she had changed her underwear (aasumably due to how hot and sweaty she was at the erlier activities) so I was already feeling a little. "The wine," he said with a smile,"So, you did remember," she said, admiring the absolutely perfect knot of his tie and the neat cut of his starched white collar,"Of course. Didn't you think I would?" he continued to smile."Oh... men are sometimes forgetful," Carol said with a soft lilt to her voice. She took the bottle from him. "But you don't appear to me to be the type. Now, supposing we unleash Queenie so that she and Sultan can get to know one another and I show you around... and it won't. Then my father started to askFather- how is your college going on?Me-not bad,but okHim- y any problem?Me- no dad.Him- girlfriends?(i was shocked to hear that from him)Me- no dad.Anyway in dat day @ dinner I was watching my mom’s boobs above her blouse while she was serving, dad saw me and smiled at me. Then dad told me dat he want to have someTalk with me tomorow.I said ok( I was afraid dat he will scold me about boob matter).Next day: mom and sis went to temple as usual I locked the door and. She could never take that in her body; she was sure it was too large.The giant touched her with an unexpectedly gentle hand, running his fingers through her red bush with something approaching awe. What she did not realise was that he had seen very few women who still bore pubic hair; the tradition in Kobekistan had always been for shaving, or more painfully, plucking of the female mons.Then he carefully oiled her slit, working the slipperiness into her cunt where it was soon joined by her own.