I attached the six garters with great care making sure the dark seems were straight as arrows; as mother had taught me. My toes and nails painted bri...ght red as they had been since school let out for the summer. Cleopatra would have been proud of my eye makeup. I had just finished painting my lips candy apple red, when I heard a man clear his throat in the bedroom door.Startled I turn and saw my uncle Bob standing blocking the door. He was my mother’s older brother and had stopped by to say. I sat there, and remembered how it had been those twenty-some years ago when I held her close and vowed, "Sarah May, I love you so much I think I'm going to explode."She hugged me hard and whispered, "Me too. Let's go back inside before we get foolish." We had engaged in a little petting and quit after one near mishap. We both vowed to wait for marriage, our marriage, because we wanted things done "just right." About now, I'm ready to get foolish as hell," I told her. She laughed and dragged me. Could I just stay here with you for a little while?" her voice almost faded out completely.She was wearing a long satin robe but I was buff. I wanted to comfort my baby sister but for some reason, all I could think of was the night of the Sweetheart Dance and how sweet her pussy was. The last thing I needed was her in bed with me again for any reason."Please?"She looked at me mournfully and any real resistance I had vanished. "Sure." I pat the bed next to me and silently swore as she lifted the. I had made myself do it a few times before but it was never like this. It was never this intense - this extreme. The pressure kept building and building - I thought I was gonna explode or something. Mike was relentless on my clit. He kept licking faster and faster. I think he had one or two fingers stroking the inside of my cunny. Without realizing it, I was thrusting my hips up and down into his face. I know it was hard for him to keep on my clit, but he did a great job. I put my feet.