"Pleeease, Daddy. All of our friends getpicked up by their mummies so we want to too'.Jack was frantically thinking how to handle this when the phone... rang.He answered it and it was his younger sister. Jack's heart sank. Theonly time she ever phoned was when she was having a crisis with men,money or both and, as she launched into her latest sorry saga, Jackknew that this was not going to be a quick call.One hour later, she'd finally run out of steam and Jack put the phonedown before going. They say those who indulge in too much sex go to hell right? So maybe if I were to reach out they'd give me some tips right?SUCCESS! After a couple of months research, studying ancient satanic texts and the coming and going of my birthday to be of age, I have managed to properly create a portal to hell... a small one, well secured, so that only voices can carry, no bigger then the tip of a finger, not that I'm sticking mine in. I hear screaming and whispers of evil but that is to be expected.... His free hand flipped the edge of her lingerie up and he slowly pushed his middle and ring fingers inside her sopping wet pussy. Gasping gently, and grateful that the balcony they were on was secluded from the rest of the hotel, she accepted his probing digits. He felt her pussy clamping onto his fingers, her tight orifice gripping tightly. He affectionately chewed her ear lobe and kissed across her cheek. She turned her head to meet him and they passionately kissed, their tongues swirling. Some women become sexualized and follow the pattern for the rest of their life. That is Carol. She has serious needs. I was happy to fulfill them, but after the first year I noticed some changes. Like unexplained absences. And guys giving me funny looks at social functions. Or worse, laughing. Carol denied everything. Now it gets weird for me. I started to follow her. She was fucking guys from work, from church and any other men that attracted her. I snuck around and watched when I could..