Now that I was really embarrassed and I know I had to be red in the face I could not believe that I could feel myself getting hard. My sister noticed ...that my dick was getting hard and started laughing. She asked if I liked being in the panties or that she saw me naked playing with myself. I did not know what to say or do at that point. So I took off the bra and as I did she said to stop hold on a minute. As I tried to be quiet and argue no with her she said please juts hold on one minute real. Slowly I started to slide up and down along the entire length of his long, thick, hot and hard shaft. With each stroke, I get hotter and wetter, as if that was possible. It was having a terrific effect on him also. As I rubbed upward across the swollen head of his dick, I could feel his balls draw up at the exquisite pleasure. As I slid downward they would relax slightly, but the sensations along the length of his shaft kept me on the edge.Suddenly I froze in mid stroke. A shudder ran up and. ... I turn you round and firmly ask you to kneel before me as I slide my black slacks over my hips to reveal my thick throbbing and pulsating manhood that you immediately take deep into your mouth and suck with abandon on it's thick veiny, vibrating shaft................. You alternate between your sensuously seductive sucking of my ever thickening cock mmm and long slow licking with that tasty tongue of yours up and down my shaft as your hands skilfully cup my bulging ball bag bringing. The streams were fuller this time compared to our trek from St. Louis to Independence, but the weather was warmer, and we only had one day of rain. Game was easier to find along this route, too. Madison and I could both get a deer every day, and even a few pigs a couple of times. The two times we found pigs, we shot six of the porkers, and the men stuffed themselves. Between the plentiful game and the food supplies, we ate well. The Negroes all commented that they’d never eaten so well before.