Intuitively, I quickened this movement and my sisters head and neck stretched back while pushing the breasts that I was cradling, out further. After a...short time, she placed her hand on mine to stop my movements, her thighs closed together and she rocked forward making little panting sounds.“Stop,” she panted. Her breathing started to slow and she relaxed back into my arms and again, turned to kiss me. It felt good to hold a woman in my arms while she orgasmed.“Let's get out and dry.” She rose. "Oh but I do, dear, and from what I see, it's going to be delicious!" I said, bringing her hand up to my lips and kissing it."Oh Master, you are incorrigible!" she giggled.I didn't answer her, I just got out of the car and came around to her side. I opened the door and helped her stand up. Then I walked her around to the back of the car. When I turned her to face the back of the car and started to bend her over the trunk lid, she stopped me."W-what are you doing, Master? What if someone sees. I'll find a way to resolve it one way or the other."Jason already knew of one way, which he had entertained while basking in the glow of his freshly enslaved Diane. He could almost make an argument in favor of a similar situation being the best thing for his mother."Very well," Stacy said. She folded her hands. "Back to Diane, then. Do you feel everything is going as you like? Do you feel in the right?" Overall, yes," Jason said, though there was a slight hesitation in his voice."And what are. I was right. Not a thing on under the dress. Her body literally glowed in the light of the room. Her breasts were round, firm and high on her chest. Her nipples were stiff and pointed slightly upward. Her thin waist moved down to slightly rounded hips and a rock hard ass with no wrinkle lines under her ass cheeks. All that sat on top of the most incredible, shapely legs. What is it women do to get that slight space between their thighs just below their pussies. Stepping over the dress she moved.