Then she stood and stepped out of the tattered bag that had become her grave. My heart pounded louder in my chest with each step she took closer to me... I was speechless and completely frozen. Finally, she came to a stop just half a foot away from me, opened her mouth, and spoke as her hair changed to a ghostly white."You are responsible for my receiving justice. As thanks, I shall grant you any one desire."She then paused to stare deeply into my eyes soon her own icy blue eyes had turned. I knew then she hadn't."Are you still up for a cocktail....?" she asked as she slowly sipped from her straw."Yeah... I mean.. if it's still on offer.." I stammered, nervous about where this might lead."Hop over the fence then, I'll pour you one," She replied.I jumped the fence and knew that I had crossed a physical and metaphorical line, but I had to know what those tits felt like and as she turned away from me and started to pout me a drink, I imagined just going straight up behind her and. At first, she could see Molung's hair as darkness around which the firelight glinted off her skin. Gradually, though, she raised her legs and wrapped them around the boy. Not long after, Kawa heard both of them gasping in time with their motion. Similar sounds came from around her, accompanied by a few moans. Kawa had heard gasps in her own house often enough, but--even when she had peeked--all that she could see from Mother and Father were some vague motions in the darkness.Then the boy. All she knew was that she liked it. Paul immediately turned red embarrassed by the intimate contact. He slowly extracted his now wet finger from his sister's sopping pussy. He was surprised that he had to fight off a strong urge to raise his hand to his nose and breathe deeply. "No," Kay cried out disappointed at the disappearance of the pleasure giving finger.Shocked by what we had witnessed, everyone held their breath. I worried how Skip, Paul or Kim (did she even know what had happen?) would.