They bought us a coach trip on the Old Grey/Green Coach Line all the way to Oban, Scotland and return to North London, my only time ever in Scotland. ...I loved Scotland because the trees, forests and mountainous scenery reminded me so much of my native Washington State and fly anglers seemed to be setting lines in most waters as we rode past. Our first night we stayed in a hotel in Dunblane that was reputed to be haunted by the ghost of a MacTavish clansman. Outside of the bed it was a chilly. In any case, she went into her own room and masturbated with her fingers on her greasy shaved pussy. She stayed on her bed for at least an hour thinking of what they would do to her if they forced their way into the house. She would resist of course but they would be too strong and finally she would have to give in and let them do what they wanted. She imagined one of them forcing his cock into her mouth and fucking her face. As that was happening the other was entering her from behind. “My breasts are like yours. I can cum from people playing with them. I’ve fantasized about you doing it. Take my shirt and bra off.”Tammy’s hands trembled as she unbuttoned Lori’s shirt. She pulled the older woman against her as she pulled off her shirt and unhooked her bra. She shivered as Lori kissed her neck.Lori sat back.Tammy’s mouth hung open. “You’re beautiful, Mistress.”“Thank you.” Lori grabbed Tammy’s hands. She placed them on her waist. “Here’s the rules. Your hands stay put. You can. "Sorry, but who wouldn't stare at you dressed like that!?" "Shut up and unbuckle your belt, and pull down your drawers." My sister easily overpowered me, as I was shocked by what was happening. I did as she said, but stopped at my boxers. "Too scared?" She said, "I'll do it then, pussy." So here I was, my 7 incher sitting out in our small living room, with my sister, within 20 feet of our parents room. My sister proceeded to then take my cock in her hand, and start jerking. "Please tell me.