I followed the path up and down, inserting another finger each time, until I was palm deep in her swampy path. My finger tips were circling around her... tiny entrance as she placed her finger tips on mine. Slowly she pressed down until the first one slipped in, and then another. Oh god, now I am fingering her pussy as she took her hand away. I continued pushing it in until I as stopped by the girth of my knuckle. I pull it out and its wet, making a slurping sound. I press it back in and she. She was okay, after her initial reaction at seeing our family interplay. Who knew? We were simply being our normal, okay, maybe weird, selves, but it was something she'd never experienced. But if she thinks our family was special, wait until she meets the Sandersons! Belinda and Harland (after she gets over his size) are gonna blow her away! And anyone who doesn't totally adore Krista, well, there's just something not normal at all about them.After a very nice supper, (yes, Mom did break out. Want to take a ride?"She’d been asked this before, and more then once, always refusing politely, knowing how hard these guys partied, guessing that she’d be the center of attention if she joined them. Still, she’d always wondered what it might be like, sometimes fantasizing about it late at night, getting herself off on the imagined scene of a roomful of bikers having their way with her, using her like a toy, sating their lust on her like a pack of wild dogs. It had become her favorite fantasy. Jarielle was Setian. She would have accepted the Crusade against Mankind, at first. Sharon wouldn't, had she been in our shoes. She would have fought for peace above all else.We left after checking out and made Olympia in a few hours. It was easy to close my eyes and concentrate to find Hirielle. When she opened her door as we approached, she looked at me stoically."You know why we are here, Sister." Yes, Bazael. But what you want is not mine to give." That does not matter, Hirielle. You know.