” I told him.“I don’t shit where I eat, I have been propositioned at the office. I don’t play those games. I don’t know who’s screwing who...there and don’t need to.” Dave said.“Great decision, Dave.” I said as we walked in the door.For a weeknight, Skinners was pretty crowded. The DJ’s there played dance music like a 70’s – 80’s disco, but seemed to have some modern mixes of current pop music. They played little rap or anything you might call gangsta, but still got a surprising cultural mix,. There is another style of hunting weapon I can show the men how to make and use as well. I want your advice on how much of this I should hand out. I also have a special treat for the camp healer, but we need a lot of light so I will leave that to show her tomorrow morning.”Wild Thorn says, “Ed, the knives and spears should be handed out. As for the new hunting weapon, speak with Dale. But it may be best to leave that until the snow comes because making and practising with it will help the men. I stopped her and asked for help. She was confused and said that is wrong and we can’t do that.After a long conversation, she somehow agreed and decided to help me. I locked the door and removed my undies. My rock hard dick popped out and my sister didn’t look at my dick at first. I asked her whether this is the first time that she watched dick directly.She appreciated my size and started to stroke my dick. I was lying on the bed and she sat near my dick, stroking it. I was moaning, “Ahhhh, do. .. her pussy was on fire and needed more... as my tongue increased its pressure and moved in closer and closer to her slit and clit, her attention would shift away from my cock... I would begin to feel her softly rocking along with my tongue… in a gentle dance, her hips and my tongue would lock into an erotic rhythmic dance... her moaning would become more consistent.. while expressing how incredible my mouth felt… then becoming even more direct while begging me not stop...but that position was.