I knew it would be a win, win situation; either I had found my soul mate, or my long lost sister. But, somehow it didn’t feel like it.Hands shaking,...we opened envelope. ‘Dear Smith, etc., etc..' No Genetic match!We were free to fuck.When moments later my hand went under Liz’s skirt, there was no resistance. She helped me pull her knickers off and soon my cock was released and in her mouth. I reached for the condoms and went to slide it on.“Let me,” Liz cooedShe dropped it on the top of my prick. I collected a bin, and began to lift the piles of grass into it. Still she watched. Feeling adventurous, I bent to lift one pile into the bin, lingering to leave my bottom, and presumably its little hole, wide open to her gaze. I was no more than three paces from her. Grass collection complete, I got the shears, and began to bend and clip the edges and crannies, that the mower had not reached. "You're doing a great job!" she exclaimed. Now finished, I stood facing her, almost within touching. After removing the grey, cotton working dress she slipped her chemmi off and looked at her big, aching breasts in the full length mirror that she had recently had installed. ‘God they feel so full and warm’ she thought to herself cupping them and pinching her pounding nipples as, reading his letter, she recalled the times Richard had sucked and chewed them. The sensations from her fingers and from the memories of the captain were so strong that a low moan slipped from her lips. Wearing just. Then he moved as he leaned forward over the railing and his gaze seemed to pierce through her. ‘If I was you, Miss, I’d get back into that Range Rover and high-tail it outta here. Do the right thing and leave. Now.’ Although his words were hushed, they were no less threatening—or insolent!—than had he yelled them at her. Her eyes grew round as her cheeks flushed with pink color. She clearly saw a spark of interest when he noticed her frightened reaction and she quickly looked away, thinking.