You got me wound up, and I need release.”I grinned and slid my right hand over her mound as my left worked its way back to her tits. There was wetne...ss there that had nothing to do with the shower. I began to stroke my middle finger up and down her slit, and my index and ring finger along the outside of her pussy. My left hand was massaging her breast and my right spread her lips wide open. She moaned her desire and I plunged my middle finger deep into my baby sister’s pussy. The gasped and. My head lolled, eyes closing, and I cried out in wails; my pussy clenched down as his cock battered it. Every muscle tensed; the staccato sound of his panting was punctuated by my aching cries. I rode the high, every sweet aching moment of it, my crashing peak imminent. Rough hands latched on to the circle of my neck, cupped along the jawline, squeezed tight. “Look at me, damn it,” he cursed turning my face towards his.”Open your eyes, and look at me Diane. Look at who’s fucking you.” My. She came closer and stroked my blouse noticing my breasts. “Well you are” she said “But you can’t go around half and half – lets go out shopping at lunch time – but for now come with me to the rest room - you need some makeup” We went to the Ladies where Sophie put some makeup, eyeliner, eye shadow, eyebrow pencil, mascara and lipstick. I looked in the mirror and gasped. Only the hair was male. She then dashed out and came back a few minutes later with a blonde wig she had apparently. “I need them to be scared, and they like being scared, so just butt out of it Herb, or else!”Herb thrashed and struggled, but she dragged him across the kitchen floor anyway. The oven door snapped open and the flames roared inside of it, like the open mouth of a dragon. Sweat broke out on his face. “What are you doing?” he said.“Making cookies. Get in there.”“What? No!” He tried to pull away, but the old hag dragged him to within a foot of the oven door and then shoved him to his knees. The.