. you’re wrong.Had I been privy to these hours-long discussions, I’d have been astonished, to put it plainly. My sister, of course, had been aroun... this “shirt” for more than a decade of time in which she had the cognitive ability to see and understand my actions. Many of them perturbed her, but she was around me enough to really know what kind of man - person - I was deep down inside. She knew I wasn’t mean, or cruel, or perpetually angry. She knew I had an instinct to help someone who needed. "So we're even," I told him. "Now why don't you cut the crap - I think I am repeating myself here - and tell me, please, what this is all about."Maybe it was the 'please' that did it, maybe he was tired of the comic routine he was running for me, maybe he needed to go to the bathroom because his digestive system had worked too well, or not at all, or maybe he felt sorry for me. "I'll spell it out for you, but please don't interrupt me. I hope we are agreed on that. No, don't say anything, just. I asked how her mother was and she told me she was now in a care home as she could no longer look after her demands on a daily basis. She told me it was getting too much for her helping her in and out of her wheelchair and bath etc. She said she was aching all over and couldn't cope any more. I told her that what she needed was a massage."And who is going to do that for me?" she said with a smile. "You?" "I will if you like. I'm actually quite good at it," I said in a half joke. "Ok then when. Finding her legs open wide and that she was leaking heavily, I didn’t start on her slit instead opting to start on her left leg and thigh at the knee and working my way up to her sex again with licking, kissing and sucking as I moved toward her treasure chest. Arriving near there, I again avoided it instead starting on the other leg and thigh the same way, finally arriving back at her still leaking slit.Licking her outer lips, I cleaned her up before spreading them and starting to work on her.