.."When my sister pulled the vibrator out of her pussy it was followed be a stream of pussy juice. My sister was a squirter and I found out the reason...for the towel. She knew she was going to squirt and didn't want the sheets to get wet or smell of her sex.I watched as she came down from her orgasm and promptly fell asleep. I stood there in the hall for a few long moments, trying to digest what I had just seen and heard. Then with a diabolical grin I quietly entered her room and set her alarm. I took a flask of vodka in my purse and lubricant for my ass and some warming cream for my pussy. I told Ricky to make sure he gives the lubricant to the guys because I know they are going to want to fuck my ass. I was really turned on in anticipation. We got there and had to wait for mark to show up. In the meantime Rick and I started kissing and I could feel his cock getting hard. I bent down and took it out of his pants and licked off his pre cum. Grabbed the shaft and stroked him but I. His bulge was prominent now. As he stepped forward and reached for the left wrist restraint she felt her knees wobble. “Not going to tell me then Sandra?” “It...It’s to do with sex on weekday mornings,” she started say as Malcolm began to unfasten the restraint. “He wants it but I don’t.” Malcolm said nothing as he released her wrist and then attended to the other one. For a few moments she just stood there silent and curious as he unfastened her wrist. When his hand reached around her back. When I had spoken to her about it, she said, "You are a man that climb ladders, but you only look at the sky. That is why you lost your footing."What the hell did that mean? Why say that to me? I had no idea what it meant. She was even more cryptic than a delusional Buddhist monk. I was the one that had failed, so I'm not the one climbing ladders, she is the one going somewhere. She had always been more interested in a career than me so she had to be staring at the sky as well. I didn't get.