I slowed down my diddling and gradually stopped as her breathing returned to normal and I licked some of the droplets of sweat running down the side o... her neck...."That's what you want isn't it?... You don't want romantic, lovie-dovie sex from hubby... You want nasty raunchy sex from strange men... You want to play the whore... paid to satisfy your client." She sighed deeply and, meeting my gaze in the mirror, she nodded." "Great... Take the robe off and get down on your knees... I want you to. I smile at you as you reach out your hand.Stepping close enough for you to touch, feeling your fingers as you run them from my breasts down to my pussy, my body trembles as you slip one finger between the wet folds, touching my clit gently before inserting another finger into the moise sex. My knees shake and I step closer to you, straggling your legs, placing my hands on your shoulders as you pull me closer against you.I lower my body as you remove your finger, in its place your hard throbbing. Grace... The rail stuck her tongue out and gave me the raspberry.If you have a reasonable relationship with your sibs ... I’ll be willing to trade. Just saying.“Grace! He’s 18 years old ... of course he’s having sex,” Mom said.“So...” started Grace, “When I’m 18, I can have sex?”From the radio ham shack in the basement, boomed Daddy. “No, Grace. You can have sex when you’re forty ... or married.”“Yeah, Grace,” my older brother, Charles spouted, “Forty or married. Lots of luck on the married. Now you are breathing fast, my little slut. I watch your bottom swaying slightly from side to side in anticipation of each slap. Little cries and moans escape your lips with each contact. Now my spanks are slowing, becoming more firm. They leave the imprint of my fingers with every stroke. Starting to quiver, you draw your knees up closer to your body. You brace your forehead on your bound wrists. Pressing your lips tightly together, you strive to muffle your cries. Again I suddenly stop and.