I heard the door to the house open. I began stroking. I heard her footsteps in the hall. I began to moan a little. Silence. And then, after a few minu...es, I heard the creak of the door. She was there again. This time she was only wearing a pair of cotton panties! For the first time ever, I saw my sister's bare breasts! I began stroking so fast that I came almost immediately. I exploded all over the place. I lay there panting for a while, cleaned myself off, and noticed that the door was still. "Gary didn't say anything ashe got out and opened the rear car door, I got out knowing pleading andbegging was no use. The high wind unexceptionably blew my school skirt upquickly with both hands I kept my skirt down. Just in time. I lookedpetrified. Don't look so scared Jessica dear, as this is going to be anexperience for you and I'm sure it was a fantasy of yours to be walking asa school girl, now take my advice and put each hand at the rear of theskirt and pull it down and a little forward". "Mommy can't come get us today, so we'll have to get a ride home," Kathy said as they took their place in the line of girls in search of transportation. They raised their skirts and smiled at the line of helpful motorists who volunteered their time each day to making sure the students got home safely.A group of dignified men in a black van motioned for them to hop in. Eager hands grabbed them as the side door slid shut and Kathy soon found herself giving a gentleman caller a guided tour of her. Their greeting was most affectionate and warm. I found him a very-handsome, well-built young man and strikingly like his sister. Louisa introduced me. He was most frank in his address and said he was delighted to make my acquaintance, as he had long wished to see me from the frequent mention his sister had made of me in her letters home.We had an enjoyable drive of about an hour and a half from Rouen to their father's house, which was beautifully situated on one of the well-wooded, rolling.