I'm not alone, my older sister lives here, too. And as a kicker, she also goes to the same school.Ugh, school. I can't even remember then name, I just... remember it sounds like a pornstar's name. My train of thought gets interrupted by a voice. My sisters voice to be exact. "Daniel, let's go!" What?! But I just got up! I still need to get ready!" I shout back, starting to get ready. I quickly style my short, sandy-blonde hair. And by "style" I mean "make sure I don't look like a tornado victim".. Local gossip is that he hasn't been able to do that in a while, so she's probably safe. I'm sure Bonny can take care of herself anyway. In any case, his wife will be on her back with the milkman by now, or the blacksmith, or whichever bit of rough she has taken a fancy too this week. It was me a few years ago." I didn't mention last month.She sat down on the bed, appalled. "I though small towns were quiet, genteel places" Don't you believe it," I said. "Young Joe has probably had the offer of. Whatever was going to happen, I didn’t want to stop it.He eased me back, hands on my shoulders, guiding me to the floor on my back, my tied hands trapped beneath me. Anya knelt at my feet guiding my legs, posing my so that my feet were flat on the floor and my knees raised into the air.“Spread yourself for me.”I didn’t even hesitate. By now I was breathing so hard I was feeling light-headed. She began to caress my inner thighs softly, running her nails over my quivering flesh, each touch. Ruth shaved her pussy and encouraged me to shave “down there” as well. I did it to please her. She loved it. We talked about what may lie ahead. I assured her that it was all good. We would detach ourselves while at the party so as not to take it seriously. Afterwards we would come home and things would be back to normal. She could do want she wanted to do as would I. It was just sex, nothing more and nothing less. All this talk got us horny and we rushed to bed for some loving before setting.