Her eyes went wide as she slide under the water. I picked her up and held her close to me as she laughed and sputtered water. And then she tried to ti...kle me. Which was a mistake. Because she is very ticklish, and I am not. She wrapped her legs and arms around me and I forgot all about tickling. I set her butt down, on the edge of a little seat, where jets of water were blowing at her private parts. And then I entered her. We made love slowly at first, enjoying the feel of the hot water jets. I interrupt my reminiscence. I love chocolate. I look at her picture again. I am holding it in my hand. My mouth begins to water. She is such a delicious little morsel. I reminisce again. Her facial features were delicate. Her smouldering dark eyes shone brightly. Her snubby little nose hinted at tenderness and perkiness and sensuality. Her inviting red lips matched the red of her haku lei. I remember wanting to press my lips against hers. Her ancestors would have thought of her as an ugly. After just one drink, we were getting along great and the wife suggested we should head back to their place for another drink. It sounded good to me as I was getting a hardon in my jeans already.Their house was only a five minute walk from the bar.When we walked in the husband went to the kitchen to make some drinks and the wife pushed me down onto the couch and we started making out. Our lips (and tongues) were locked until the husband came back with our drinks.At this point the husband sat on. “And Fiona, are you feeling better about yourself?”“Yes, much better,” the younger sister answers with a faltering voice. “I’m not so concerned about having a different set of tools to work with anymore,” she adds while relaxing a little more.“And how many times a day have you emptied her balls?” the doctor asks with a smile.“You suggested that we start with at least two times a day, so I jacked off my sister three times the day after you came over, five times the next day and then six.