At the point we were both obviously bored talking to each other, so I made my food and went upstairs to change. My sister and I were never especially ...close, despite being basically the same age. A few of my friends were into her, but she never gave them the time of day, and we ran in different circles. I had already put our interaction out of my mind by the time I was driving over to the party, I was too excited about getting out for the night. I got there fashionably late, and the party was. "Yes." "Well, maybe I will fuck you later, Michelle." Then he whispered in her ear, "Maybe I'll fuck your virgin arse and make you scream in front of your husband." "Ohh, fuck," Michelle shuddered. "But first," continued Andrew out loud, "I want to find out if you're any good at giving head. Get down on your knees." Michelle did as she was told. Andrew kicked off his shoes and undressed until his lower half was naked, his hard-on pointing towards the ceiling. Michelle was impressed with how. She was sobbing like a baby, mumbling things, I couldn’t make out what she was saying, and I didn’t really care to be honest.She grabbed my face, turned it towards her, and asked me, “What’s wrong with me, why did he go behind my back?”I could feel her breath on my face, I somehow, don’t know how, moved in, and kissed her on the lips.I didn’t let go, and she didn’t move back either.I Moved back and went in again, this time I got a better response, she started to kiss me properly, she started to. "Ma'am, Maj. Miller wants to speak with you," he said formally; she gathered that Miller was listening over his sergeant's communicator.Except for Zo's, none of the landing party's communicators were linked to the Gardener. This was at Meiersdottir's insistence, she had not wanted the audio transmitted during their first encounter. But the lander's external video pickups were sending up visual images, and Zo's demeanor made clear that Miller was unhappy.She thought she knew why. Making a quick.