Main zaya he hoo ga kue nay main apni rani ko piladoon sara pani or main mukarae or kaha kue nahi raja or us nay 2 ya 3 jhatkay maray us ki gand main ...or phir nikala lund ko hath say hilaya or mery moo per sarapani chor dia or mian nay zaban say sara pani pia or chota b meray moo ko chatnay lagi or hum teeno nay 1 dosray ki bahoon main hath dala or dbaya phir hum nahanay gay 4 baj gya tay or nend b nahi arahee thi phir hum nahathay rahay khub mazay kar thay rahay or maian nay 1 hath say baray. His yard is huge and completely surrounded by trees. There is a path around the yard and some benches, what look like low fences and a stock in the middle. He leads you to the path and yells "JOG!" The suddenness of it startles you and you begin to jog. His crop hits your ass. "Pick up those feet and move!" He hits you again, and again till you are jogging in a close approximation of a horses canter. He keeps this up for 2 hours every time you slow down he hits you with the crop again. Your ass. I run the water and wait for it to warm up. I hear her fiddling around in the room and wonder what she had planned. I get into the now warm shower and begin to slowly stroke my miraculously still hard cock. There is now a mental image growing, my sister and the idea of getting together with my sister. I hear the bathroom door open, but I pretend not to hear to follow with the story. "Oh s*s, fuck... that is good. I rub it like that, I have always waited for this... god yes..." and then the. We had vanilla sex but Jenny just wasn't the wild thingthat she was when I was wearing panties. The bag with those pink pantieslay on the corner of her make up table where she'd left it the day webought them. One Saturday morning as Jenny lay sleeping I decided tomake her breakfast in bed. I slipped on a t-shirt and as I left the roomI saw the bag and I picked it up as I left the room. In the kitchen Itook the panties out. Jeez, they were feminine! But the thought of whatsex might follow was.