She looked nervous, sweating, rubbing her hands, probably afraid that what she had just said had the potential to ruin the bond between us. (Later she... told me that I was looking completely dumbfounded) Finally I spoke, “I guess we are both feeling the same way….But still…” “We are siblings, isn’t it?” asked she. I nodded. “You know”, continued Nandini,”We have often spoke and read about Libertine ideology, morality as defined by Wiccan Rede, an open lifestyle, where if an act does not harm. The serious, stunning, unattainable, pale-skinned, raven-haired Lucy. Born and raised in a funeral home and with seemingly little effort could squeeze any man, living or dead, into shape like putty between her strong and decisive fingers. When she saw what she wanted, she got it.She knew that my tongue would not wag, just like the tongues of her many lovers whom she slipped so willingly between her warm, pale thighs before their scheduled, predetermined burials.Any living guy would have dated. There dident seem any thing wrong with that to me so I said ok. He then stood up against the table and slowly put his cock inside my pussy. He pushed it all the way in then as promised took it all the way out. He then looked at me and said. My god you are tight. We then went out for some thing to eat came back and went to bed in seperate rooms. The next day we got up and he took me out for the day so wen the 24 hour mark hit we was out having a great time. We then went back to his house and he. In a very awesome tasting beverage Imight add."Wait. What's going on here. Was Ron the bartender, or the bartender wasRon, or did Ron hire someone to fuck with me. Or was Ron some sort oftime traveler who just screwed up the multiverse. "Ron?" I asked not surewhat I was actually asking."Oh, I'm not Ron," he said. "I'm just temporarily inhabiting his body soI can talk to you. We didn't get to really talk last night after yourushed out."Well, that's a relief. I was about to question my longest.