They are strangers. She has asked for a service. He has agreed. But that is all they know of one another.There are rules. They both know the rules. Bu...t that is all they know of one another. He is hands. Hands and soft whispers.She is flesh. Flesh that becomes sensation beneath his hands.All she is now, is sensation.Beneath his hands, sensation exists to become pleasure.And she transforms beneath his hands. And what of his pleasure? It also comes through his hands. He needs to touch.He hands are. I was angry for being inside the closed space and was also horny. I was brutal in tearing away her shorts and top and sucked hard on her boobs. I bit her boobs and pulled it, and she was screaming a bit loud which only further stimulated me. I bit her curvy arms and also tasted her flesh. The bite was strong again and tears were flowing down her eyes. I bit her nose with the same intensity.She was hard on me and was trying to get me away from her. I inserted my dick inside her love pot and. After pressing you finally you said things like that are taboo and a brother and sister shouldn’t do them.So did Gene teach you to do that” I asked “yes she said ``I did it to him a lot of times and I liked it. But all the time I was doing it I was thinking about you and how I wanted to do it with you.That was why I snuck in your room that one night and sucked on your cock. I was also hurt that you got so mad at me and made me leave.You again told me brothers and sisters don't do that.I. I looked around the rear bulkhead and saw Ardele had jumped on the forward deck and was adjusting the warp. I sighed in relief that she was back, realizing now how tense I had been. I was going to have to be a good actor not to reveal just how upset and worried I had been."Hi ... you go for a walk?" I asked as casually as I could manage."Yeah," she said in the tone of voice I had been more accustomed to. "I finished the laundry and hitched a ride into town. I walked around, had a quick lunch.