You know the ones she could buy were just not big enough and so she had been using the machines to make a bigger one. All the others were doing things...for their recreational purposes, building kayaks, building chess boards, making tents. So she was making something recreational – an acrylic dildo – mmmm and it was good too, lots of nicely placed ribs. When the Manual Arts teacher had asked her what it was she had told him. Then he had asked her if she needed to see a real model – as if!. .. you can't... ," I was stammering now."What?" he interrupted. "You think I might screw my own sister? Damn, PJ, I might be a sick bastard, but I'm not into that incense stuff." Uhh, Pete, I think you mean incest." Yeah, whatever. Sometimes you get on my nerves, Mr. Dictionary. Anyway, now I find out that you've got the hots for her, and she kinda likes the idea of you watchin' her, so maybe I have a solution that'll make everybody happy. I can kill two stones with one bird."I didn't even try. ..God..." I moaned lightly, hardly able to move."That's not the end of it, lover." she said, rubbing her lips against my ear. She sat back up and looked at me face to face, I grinned and she matched me with her curly little smile. My piece was still rock hard and ready for what she had in store. She sat up on my stomach, and kissed me before sliding down and impaling herself on my member. She rose up and down, slowly, taking in her breath with her pleasure. She pressed her hands on my stomach. "Those are fun shoes he is wearing,are we looking for fun shoes?"Aunt Emma said, "Perhaps a couple of pair of casual shoes, maybe a pair ofsneakers and a pair of sandals, the rest high heels. I like the highestheels. He needs everything." Excellent, Madam, let me get a few pair for you all to look at."I whispered to her, "You told him I was a boy!"She smiled, "You are a boy, a sissy, but a boy."I started to say something. "Relax, you're having a good time, I know it,you know it, now you've.