“What? Oh I know,” I said. Then bent, and spread my cheeks wide. “Wow, your so open, fuck Mummy, I can see inside you. Try closing it.” I tri...d. It closed a little, but not very much. She ran her tongue over it. She giggled. We dressed. Well, Suzie’s idea of being dressed. Micro skirts. “Where did you buy these?” I asked her. “On the market,” she replied. I zipped the little zip up. It was short, an inch lower than my crotch. I pulled it down, but all I did was to expose the top of my thong. I reached for the overly decorated pencil holder stuffed with pens and smiled. It was a soup can covered in orange felt, decorated with glued on beads of every color, blue rickrack, and fuzzy little pompom balls, with the words “Worlds Best Unkle” with the “K” being backwards. Again being the curious woman that I am, I tilted the can slightly to look at the bottom, hoping to see a name of the child that made this masterpiece. That’s when things went wrong. I wasn’t paying attention and every. . and chuckles ... Thirty four years ... yes ... he is just a little mad. Thirty four years.He takes each bag and hangs it on the hook with the correct number, tidies up, turns and locks the door and makes his way out of the basement. Thirty four years.He has always been the last to ride the elevator to the lobby, he steps across the blue circle with the white eagle and out the door.He works for the CENTRAL INTELLIGENCE AGENCY and he is a minion. A company man with a company car. He drives the. Her fully shaved pussy was on display as my concussed sister tried to stand up. I just sat in pure shock at the fact my sister’s naked pussy was mere feet from my face. I nearly came right then. I almost reached out and touched her smooth mound.I snapped out of my gaze when my conscience kicked in reminding me that not only was this girl my sister, but she has a serious head injury. I made sure to wrap a towel around her and after getting her comfortable lying down on her stomach in the.