I started desperately kissing hisshiny black dress shows and in my girliest voice, begging: "Pleasetrain me, Daddy, please? Please, I'll be good and d... every thing youask, Daddy? Please please train your slut, Daddy? Please I need toserve you so bad Daddy, please train me?" Over and over i begged, as icovered his expensive leather shoes with kisses...he let me go on andon for minutes it seemed...as my voice got more and more desperate, mykisses harder and harder pressing down through the shoes. "What are you doing?" she demanded."I have to look real close to see were I should dab..." Oh."I dipped the cotton ball in the glass, then squeezed out most of the water until I was left with a damp shrunken little piece of material. Oh what the hell, I thought. I could as well use my finger. That way I would kill two birds with one stone. First I would be able to feel the inner side of my sister's pussy and, at the same time, I would be able to remove the little stain of blood.Again my sister. We've read about and watched videos about wife sharing and cuckolds, and we laugh. She's never stopped fucking me, never prevents me from enjoying her fun. No cock cages or humiliation or dressing me up as a French maid, no sucking the guys cock or cleaning them off. It's a shared experience for us. She sits on my lap dressed in a short pajama top only, facing me, her bare cunt pressing at the bulge in my pants. She tells me to sit tight and enjoy, and then kisses me hard and hungrily and tells. Likemost of the others, his suitcase was dark blue. Unlike the others,however, he'd had the foresight to put a sticker on his so he couldidentify it. The sticker was a Mickey Mouse he had found in the campusbookstore."There it is," he said, seeing a dark blue bag with a Mickey Mousesticker on it.William grabbed the bag and started toward the door. A moment later, hewas outside in the smell of jet fuel and car pollution. Airports alwayshad that smell no matter how large or small they.