His lust-hardened cock brushed against her wetly dripping cuntal lips, sending a jolt of pleasure rippling through his aroused body, as he planted his...hands on either side of her shoulders. Immediately, as if she had been fucking all her life, the naked teen-ager's ankles locked tightly behind his neck, enabling his greedy eyes to look down between their bodies and see her upturned vaginal plane completely exposed to him: The wetly moist furrow was held wide apart by the pressure of his thighs. ‘I am awake,’ Mary grumbled. Awake enough for you, you drunken fool. She opened her legs for him, but that was not what he wanted. ‘Jean siyr mir te!’ He was shaking her to her feet. She didn’t like the sound of that. She wasn’t quite sure what it meant, but it was usually followed by a slap or a lashing to urge her along. Instinctively, she flinched, but he was not hitting her. Not yet. She whimpered, and he flew into a rage. Shastagh. She could pick that out, over and over. Shastagh. ..a few days later Sally was back at Winterbottoms house-clutching the magazine 'have you seen this?' she offers the magazine to him-he smiles knowingly and leads her by the hand to his library-he points to a pile of magazines-'Janus' is just one of many such 'spanking' magazines 'got to keep up with the times!' he winks at her-and they both burst out laughing!Epilogue:1987:'the artworld was saddened to hear the death of the world famous landscape painter sir Cedric Winterbottom' the times. I told her no I don't want to see my sister naked she told me to close my eyes. I closed my eyes and pulled her pants down then walked out she took off her thong and started to pee. Then she yelled my name. She slid off the toilet and started liking in it she mumbled" hold my hair"I ran in and did then I realized she was naked. Her ass was sticking in the air and she was STILL peeing. I have always though my sister was attractive. I felt myself getting hard at the sight of her bare ass. When.