I expected her to run away screaming and calling me a pervert, but she just sat on the bed looking down at me with her beautiful eyes. Her mouth then ...urved into a wide, sultry grin as she spread her legs a litter wider. "Hello there, Peter." "K-Kimmy? That is you right?" "Of course, don't you recognize your big sister?" she asked placing her index finger in her mouth. "Why were you hiding in my closet? Were you beating off? You're such a pervert Peter, beating off to your own slut of a. It was about ten in the morning, and Mom was still passed out in her bed. I felt really grimy and I just wanted to take a bath. I can remember feeling something dried and sticky all over me ... on my legs, on my arms, on my face. I felt ... contaminated. I lost track of everything again after that. Suddenly, I was in the bathtub, and the water was cold. I ran some hot to warm it up and I started taking stock of myself. I was really, really sore between my legs, and when I dried myself with a. " I chuckled.But then I straightened and looked down into her smile as her handmoved down until it found the bulge in my pants. As if exploringtotally unknown territory, her fingers teased through the materialfrom the base upward along it until she reached the head at the sidenear my belt. It was uncomfortably bent and wasn't getting better asher hand traced its shape. She groaned and I'm not sure whether it wasa sound of pleasure or fear.Smiling even more brightly, she slowly sank to her knees. "She manages a good-sized store that specializes in photographic supplies and accessories ... picture frames and even cameras." Does she have an in-house photography studio?" I wondered, my curiosity piqued."She used to," explained Lupe, "but the owners didn't want to pay the photographers. Hilda wasn't happy with this decision of theirs. She thought – and still believes – that that portion of the business had the most potential for profit, if it was managed correctly." Hmm," I uttered, lost in.