"You know I think you are at least as smart, if not smarter than me." Really? You really think that?" She jumps up and down, and gives me another hug,... that seems to linger just a little too long. "I'm hungry. Let's order that pizza." She says, finally pulling away. I am once again hard, and it is because of my sister. It is about this point I realize I am going to hell, whether I try to or not.As Lisa orders the pizza, I try to get my manhood back under mental control, and only manage to do so. All of a sudden someone came up right behind me, and rested his chin on the top of my head as he wrapped his arms around my curvy hips. I could feel him pulling my short, curvy body close to his tall, fit one. I giggled, assuming it was my boyfriend, and kept singing. I reached my hand up to stroke his hair behind me. My other hand rested on his over my hip bone. He moved my curly brown hair so he could kiss and lick my neck. He sharply bit my earlobe making me whimper. One of his hands worked. With about half a mile I was in 4th. I push hard at the end and finished 3rd. I found out later I was 1st in my age group.Mom ran the women's 5K run and was 2nd in her age group but bested her PR (personal record) by 13 seconds. We were both very happy with our results. On the drive back home I asked, "So Mom, what was that "kiss for luck" all about?"She laughed then said, "You were so stressed about starting too fast that I thought I'd try something to take your mind off the race. Did it. As she stood before me with her eyes downcast, she proceeded to whisper softly that she had indeed been a very, very bad girl and that the cook had been right to beat her. She went on to say that the old woman had frequently caught chitra dressing and playing with herself in the mistress’s sexy lingerie and that in spite of it, she continued to wear them when ever she could. Chitra felt that she really did need to be punished for her trespass and wanted to make sure that I knew that I was the.