I cant understand what he says as he speaks in a language I suspect might be Latin. His right arm holds me against his body tightly restraining me. I ...now I should run, but I cant make my self move. His voice is so calming, so relaxing. I want to listen to him whisper all day, all night if he wants to. My knees go weak, and he laughs, such a hearty laugh, shouldnt we all be laughing? His right thumb strokes the bottom of my left breast as he shifts my weight against himself. I can hear his. "I've said I'm sorry," she wailed as her big sister pushed past her, knocking her into the wall. "Ah said..."Shona groaned. "Why did you do it Abigail?"The teenager shrugged at her mother. "She got me sacked and ah just..."Her father turned around in his chair. "Yoo need a damn good hiding, young lady." Abigail nodded and stared at the floor. "She's yer sister, yer don't mess 'round like that." She maybe my sister, but she's always 'ated me. She's..."Iain got up from his chair and pushed his. Jessi found Michael in his bedroom playing a video game. She didn’t know Michael all that well. He was three years older, a senior in high school. She would just be starting high school in the fall and hadn’t had much opportunity to interact with him. So, she stuck her head in the open door and asked if she could come in. When he said yes, she entered, shutting the door behind her. Michael smiled and asked what she wanted.“You won’t believe what Brooke and I just saw.”“Try me.”“You won’t. Only her talented tongue was talking another language and I was eager to learn every little nuance of her directions and whispered depravity that made me leak pre-cum just with the thought of following her obscene instructions. I came to the conclusion in record time that Misty was too high maintenance for me after all was said and done.As a consequence of that resoning, I sort of settled for my step-sister Amy’s comfortable saddle on those cold winter nights. We weren’t really related, but, in.