.. those are first strike weapons,” I said causing her to chuckle.Back when I was only ten years old, my twelve-year-old sister, was cute, despite n...t having any breasts to speak of. Her smile was enough for me to get through the school day. We went to the same school together, until I was twelve to her fourteen.She had really long hair, down below her waist. She would often wear it in a French braid. She taught me how to do that and I was offering all the time. That made her giggle, which also. She craned her neck to peer into the shifting shadows of the oasis-type valley, tucked safely at the juncture of the Tigris and the Euphrates Rivers, flowing timelessly far into the distance. There was no sign of her partner, her beloved mate, he, who made her feel complete and loved.A quick glance above her and she was in the gravity pull of the delectable fruit waiting patiently for her concentrated attention. She held her own breasts cupped in her hands. They were aroused and strangely like. I could clearly feel her breath and see the lust as I looked into her eyes. I took my hand on to her boobs n squeezed them softly. Damn soft they were… she let out a moan. It wasn’t possible for me to concentrate on the road anymore as I had such a sexy lady by my side. I stopped the car beside the highway at a secluded spot n just climbed on her reclining her seat.Her skin was so soft. Feeling it against mine was a delight. I started licking her neck… kissed behind her ears… she grabbed my. I was happy with that and Jake hated it. Emma loved playing 'house', but Jake refused. Not just because of this, although it contributed, Jake and I played less and less and as we went through second and third grade we were rarely together. He would often go to sporting events with his dad (whom I didn't like much either) and I started to go over only when I had seen Jake and his dad drive off, innocently asking after Jake and ending up, as was my plan, playing 'house' and similar games with.