I dreaded facing her the next day but when I awoke, she was sitting on my bed, cup of coffee in hand, kit bag at her feet. She said that she was sorry...she had over reacted and that she wanted to understand my situation more. I was stunned but hugely relieved, then she said she wanted me to explain what all the things in the bag were and show her how they worked. Now I was less relieved and hugely embarrassed, I said not to worry and that I would just throw that old bag away.She said – with a. Before I left the kitchen I also managed to squeeze her buttocks , saying it is so hard and nice to touch. I said your husband is lucky , he can play with all these every day. She smiled and said , he only likes the young girls who work as day workers at the farm and he has no more interests in me. We fixed up a massage session at 5 P.M since she said her man would be going to town around that time and he would come home drunk late at night..After serving me lunch, she went home promising me. My sister isn’t willing to give up.“I’m going to try something. Release all the air from your lungs, and relax your stomach muscles. I think this will work.”My sister contorts my body into a ball. I’m surprised to find the head of my cock against my lips, and I accept the first four inches into my mouth. My sister strokes the rest with one of her soft hands, and she helps to make me cum. My tongue slides around the bell shaped head of my cock, and I realize that I’m close. I never thought to. "She'll be here in a few minutes."After he left, she tried to calm herself. Don't worry about things you can't control, she told herself. Just take everything as they come.About three minutes after Thomas left, Constance walked in. She was in her thirties, had cold gray eyes, and long blonde hair that was pulled back into a severe ponytail that hung down to her waist.All she wore was a red leather corset and a pair of six inch high red stiletto heel shoes. She had B cup breasts that were pushed.