This was the longest I had gone without a letter and I found myself waiting on the front stoop of my small walk-up apartment every morning waiting pat...iently for the post man to come round, but every day that passed without a letter brought new fears. I worked as many shifts as possible at work. I volunteered extra days and busied myself preparing for the transition to teacher's college I would be making soon — anything to occupy my mind, really. I had been running on autopilot for months now,. But it had meant a great deal of time away from friends and extended family.And to make things worse, it was the rainy season. Everything was always cold and damp or so it seemed, and I was more than ready to jump at any excuse just to get some time away, feel the sunshine on my face let alone see it. When the call came from my sister Sharon, it gave me the reason and excuse I'd been looking for. Initially, I thought for sure it was something really serious. The fact it was Sharon calling me. And here her sister comes along and with in days gets her to try.They both came over to me. Nichole started to kiss me, as Kat started to give me a hand job.Nichole moved to my ear and whispered, “This is a thank you for the best sex I have every had.”Then she moved over and positioned Kat on all fours. I got behind her, as Nichole grabbed the lube and practically squirted the whole bottle in Kat’s ass. Then I slowly inserted the head of my cock into her ass. She squealed a little, but held her. Quickly wiping the excess away, and tightening to try and hold the oil in, I scampered hurriedly back down stairs, and made my way back towards the shed. In my head was the geography of the interior. There was a garden bench in there, against the wall and near the door. If I could reach it and sit down ... In the hand behind my back was a solid iron weight from the kitchen scales. This time I wasn't going to hide.No more than two minutes had passed. The whipping had stopped but Em was.