Little did I know what was to come. I continued to masturbate nightly thinking about my sister's naked, sleeping body, and imagining my mouth on her c...nt again. About two weeks after I had touched my sister in her sleep, I was awake in my room in the middle of the night, lying in my bed stroking my cock. I was just about to go to sleep, so I was wearing only boxers. I was lying on my back, jacking off, when there came a very soft knock at my door. Surprised, I removed my hand from my dick, but. George took a turn with some leather working tools, but Bill could barely think of anything he thought we needed desperately. Finally Sigfried signed off saying it would take him a few days and we should keep it in mind in case we thought up something else he could provide.It was a little disconcerting for a second, but when I asked Rose how much of it she thought we'd get she said, "All of it, and more." I had several request I put in myself. He's being generous now since the fish have been. "So," Marshall began, after his son returned, "that's an unusual name - Tory." I like it," chimed Catherine."Is it your real name, or short for something else?" Marshall continued, ignoring his wife's comment."Actually," explained Tory, "my real name is Victoria. My older brother had a difficult time saying it when he was younger, so he shortened it to Tory. I've been called it ever since." You don't like Victoria?" continued Marshall."That's not it at all. I'm proud of my name because I was. Using warm oil, he worked his way down my back to the upper part of my ass. I was being reduced to a quivering mass of jelly; limp and relaxed. Using his thumbs, he worked the tendons in the crease between my ass and thighs, and with each tug, he opened my pussy a little wider each time.Groaning, I buried my face into my arms, hoping that he couldn’t hear my soft moans. Because, with each stroke, I was getting wetter and my panties were soaked. I was aware of how my back arched with each.