It felt right all my life to listen to her. To do what she suggested. I just... I just never knew she wanted me to eat her pussy. That she had such in...estuous, lesbian desires lurking in her. Or that I could pleasure her with my mouth. “Oh, onee-chan,” whimpered Kimiko, calling me “sister” in our native Japanese. We referred to each other that way. I used to call her onee-san, a polite way to address my sister, showing her respect. But now... now I was calling her onee-sama. . Dale fell back on the warm sand and gazed up at the sky. He wondered whatbrought Deborah back into his thoughts ? Maybe, the dope ? He hadn’t thoughtof her in decades. Wonder where she is ? What’s she doing ? Dale fellasleep on the warm sand. Timmy was positive Dale was interested in the young ladies. Shit ! Whowouldn’t be ? They were hot little pieces of ass and if everything wentaccording to plan – Timmy would have more than he could handle. He. I got so turned on with the excitement of being mischievous in the crowded place. I could feel him breathing by my neck and ear. Without taking too much time he crawled his hands between my legs raising my skirt a little, as it was knee length. I split my legs and feeling his hands moving over my panties.Unfortunately, we reached the floor. I went to the washroom which was close by. The panties have been wet from the dripping pussy. As I was drying my wet pussy with a napkin, I was getting more. But it didn’t smell like wee. It was almost a clean, thin smell, but not thin… more a sort of warm, smooth, round smell… but… Oh well, I thought, I’ll just wash when I’ve finished playing. At the time it didn’t occur to me to try to put my fingers inside me. I didn’t even know where that was, for a start – for somebody way past puberty not to be able to feel that, says how little awareness I had for my own body! More kneading, getting harder; my fingers had developed a rhythm, rolling.