“You’ve been playing with that pretty little pussy of yours, though.”It wasn’t a question and even if it had been, I wasn’t about to deny it...“Yes.”“While thinking of me.”I glanced down at left hand. Her pink thong was balled in my fist, wet from where I’d rubbed it against my cunt and then licked it, imagining I could taste our mingled juices.“Yes, Miss.”More laughter, although it was gentle, and not mocking. “You’re adorable, you know that?”Not quite knowing how to answer, I chose not to.. Akanksha had locked me with her legs pressing on my ass, as I laid on top of her. Her hands still held tightly together with my belt, I could feel her legs trying to press on my ass and move. I looked up at her and there she was biting her lips and feeling horny again. “You can’t stop, can you?”, I asked her.She gave me such a slutty look and said, “I am addicted to you my big brother and your big hard cock. Seeing the veins throbbing on your cock makes me so wet” and she bit her lips again.I. They did what they always did: talk as though they had to cover every topic imaginable. Kelly had popped a bottle of wine and they sat out in the backyard.The mood and moment seemed right and Kelly brought up her nagging question of whether she was born to “think with her pussy”, as she put it, or did the expectations of those around her mold her to who she was. Her mom, to Kelly’s surprise, reacted with a hearty belly laugh. It took her a few minutes to compose herself.“We should talk. Hit. "Ezra spoke up, "You folks be careful with those bears. Many a hunter has thought he killed a bear to have it get up and go after him."Mom said, "I know what you mean, I had to shoot that bear four times before it went down and once more right in the eye to make sure." You shot the bear?" Ezra was surprised. "You didn't tell me you shot it. You just told me you guys killed a bear and Millie showed you how to skin and butcher it."Mom grinned. "You better treat me nice, Ezra, I'm one mean old.