I was not surprised, since I had fucked her in many occasions.But this time it was different; Laura looked hotter than ever. Once inside, she put her ...rms around my neck and she kissed me. Then, as she stared into my eyes, the bitch pulled down her tight skirt to her ankles. I noticed she was wearing a very tiny black thong and she showed me she was trying a sexy red outfit. Laura whispered in my ear that the new outfit was for her loving hubby; but now she wanted to wear it for me.I then. “Your shorts,” she finally whispered, and when her lips stayed open in a pout of desire and the tip of her rosy tongue trailed over her lip, I felt a warm, moist, tickling feeling between my thighs. My cheeks burned. I fumbled a little with the button, but it finally opened, and I impatiently pulled down the zipper. “Slowly.” My breathing sped up with each inch I guided the shorts down my legs. There was only one direction where this could be going. I wondered what her fingers and lips would. Almost instinctively, I put an arm around her and hugged her. It had been a long time since we'd allowed ourselves to be close to each other like this. She snuggled in tightly, and we just sat there silently commiserating the mess she'd made of her adolescence so far. It was a couple of minutes later that I realized she was sobbing, her tears beginning to run down her cheeks before falling onto my shirt."You okay, Sis?" I quietly asked her. She said nothing, letting her tears flow like a river. I'm out of options. God didn't hear me, maybe the spirits will.Deep down I know it's a bad idea. Risky. Not only leaving myself so vulnerable, clothes piled at the edge of the clearing, but because nobody ever comes out here any more. Not after last time. The headline in the Solfield Gazette had screamed: 'Two dead in woodland ritual suicide!' and that was it. The last in a long line of unexplained, gruesome incidents that condemned the area and its sacred power to history books and.