Tears were again forming from the infliction of this slight pain. "Tell me what you want and I’ll let them go." I told her softly. "Use me, I like i..., use me however you want to." was her answer. I released both clamps at the same time, her tits falling back in place and rolling around gently. Her breathing was still quick and shallow. Again I moved up her body and found one of the clit clips. I spun around and put one knee on either side of her head. With one hand I reached between her legs. How did I ever get this far down? I can't even buy a box of Kleenex."I'm, uh ... a big truck passed me. It was carrying a load of crushed cars. Something fell off and I ran over it. There's antifreeze all over my engine" she managed past her stuffed-up nose and the congestion from crying, barely managing to get enough air into her lungs for her choppy sentences. Coughing, she leaned back in the seat."You from around here?" he asked, more concern evident in his voice, but she had to wait to. They shouldn’t have to pay for my shortcomings, skipper.’ ‘Who said anything about paying for your shortcomings, or for that matter, what shortcomings are you talking about? None of this was your fault in any way, shape, or form,’ Danny compassionatelyreplied, ‘We’re doing this because we care…Do you hear me? We care about you, and everything that happens to you.’ ‘Besides,’ Dave chuckled, ‘If you’re going to be an instructor, then you’re also going to need the rank to go with it…okay,. She had wide hips and VERY thick thighs. Maybe 180? But she carried it immaculately. It wasn't like a fat 180. You wouldn't ever guess she was 180, is what I'm saying. Moving on. She had long, curly black hair that reached down to her mid back. It was as if her hair was pointing directly to her deliciously fat, juicy ass that was normally accentuated by tights. I know, I'm being very deive when it comes to my sister, but true art deserves recognition. And believe me, her body was truly a work.