There was a small park and picnic area, disguised in the dark. Sophie needed the light of her phone to guide the way, barely able to see beyond her ow... feet. Now she was out in the cold she began to feel tipsy. The ground was uneven and muddy, and suddenly Sophie’s shoes made her feel and clumsy rather than sexy. She made it to the play park, traversing the mulch as she went. She reached out, shining the light in front of her as she sat on the swing. Sophie’s mind was still whirling with. I dialed his number and as I did my fingers found my clit. His phone kept ringing so I rolled over and pouted. My fingers though still on my clit. I slid my finger down and found my vaginal opening, it was hot and wet. I used my hot slick juices to lube my clit with my finger and made tiny slow circles around it. My other hand found my breast and cupped them and massaged them, pinching and pulling at my nipples. My breath became short and fast as my fingers rubbed up and down on my clit as I. I waited a few seconds and followed her. Kirsten had a knowing smile on her face. She walked to the pool house and around the corner. I checked mom was not around an followed.Kirsten was stood there, leaning against a table, half sitting, looking sexy, her long legs stretched out."Like what you see" she asked and my cock became so hard.I grabbed my sister and started to kiss her, pulling her tight. Her lips so soft, like oil against mine, her arms around my neck so tight. I looked in eyes after. There’s one, and another, and another.. Of course that is just an average, I am sure you can all use the internet to find country specific statistics. So what? We all saw the programmes on TV, we’ve all read the commotion surrounding the G8 summit, we all know that people die but nothing registers does it? Nothing really sinks in because Africa is hundreds of miles away. It’s not happening to us. Well, it happened to me. I went and I saw. I took a chance to get out and do something, and in.