****** Shana by Jellybean ******
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Shana


Well I'm in the den writing this down after the middle weekend of my holidays
to try to pay back a strange debt I owe to White Shadow.

We had accepted to housesit for our aunt and uncle during the summer break - a
leafy two-acre place an hour away from our hometown. I must say that I was
looking forward to a good break, taking it easy and having a swim in the pool.
They'd asked us to mow the lawn and feed the animals, but apart from that, it
was just a fortnight to do whatever we wanted, away from it all.

My sister and I both go to college in different states. We both flew in on the
same day, and met up at a café in the afternoon before taking the bus out to
the house. Absence really does make the heart grow fonder. I was pleased to see
her, and I could tell that she was happy to see me. Always got on all right
with my sister - she's really easy to talk to and good fun to go out with.

Shana seemed on pretty good form - smiling and laughing as we talked about the
last term and how things were shaping up. She'd just moved house and was
looking to have a better year ahead...the last six months had been a bit tense
as the studies cranked up a gear.

"Thank God this holiday has finally arrived! Things are mostly good - can't
complain, but I really need a bit of a rest," she laughed - and shaking a
finger at me said, "You be nice to me, you hear?!"

She talks a lot with her hands. Waves them around. Cool.

I must say that she was looking fine. Whew! When it's hot like it is here, you
go swimming. Best way to cool off, and puts you in dynamite shape. Shana must
have done her fair share.

We came to the end of our drinks, and decided to grab the next bus. I paid the
tab in spite of her protests and we were en route. The bus was about a block
away and we were both a bit sweaty by the time we rolled our cases up to the
counter at the shelter. Shana got the tickets and we stuffed our suitcases
under the bus.

I hopped on the bus to keep some seats and she went into the station to grab a
bottle of water.

She appeared in half a minute and smiled and said, "Is this seat spare sir?"

I said, "No, piss off and find your own seat," and she laughed and sat down,
squashing me into the window. I took the opportunity to tickle her off me and
as the bus pulled away from the curb we both slumped into our seats a little
out of breath - from the tickling.

That was Friday night, first night of the holidays. The bus stop is about
quarter of an hour away from the house. It was still hot, hot, hot. We found
the key, stashed our stuff in our rooms, said hello to the dogs and walked them
down to the shops. My arms were sore by the time we got all the shopping back
to the house: beer, wine, videos, good bread and a whole weeks worth of food. I
mowed the lawn whilst she cooked dinner. Just like an old couple.

Dinner was great. She takes her time and really likes food. We had marinated
chicken with mushrooms and salad. Light enough to beat the heat, but very
tasty. We knocked back a beer or two during dinner and then watched Airplane.
What a classic! Just cracked us up. The tension in my shoulders was finally
easing and I felt pretty good about everything. The beer and the talk just kept
flowing and as usual we got along like a house on fire. Shana knows how to
listen and how to talk. Somehow you just find yourself talking about the things
that really matter most and she talks up a storm when she gets going. Before we
knew it, sun had started its rounds. We hit the hay and slept like logs.

There were bits and flashes of her in my dreams that night, images of her
smiling and moving. I guess that I'd almost had a bit of a crush on her for a
while...Well, I know it's almost a cliché...the only girl you see around when
you're a kid is your sister. But she is just so cool to spend time with that
it's more than the normal 'only female around the house' syndrome.

The next day was rainy and I didn't get up until after three. At least it was
finally cooling down. She'd already been up for an hour or so, sitting with
some coffee and toast, reading a magazine.

"Yo, stranger," she said, "did you sleep well?" I was still a bit unsteady on
my feet and just nodded and yawned. "Coffee?" she asked and I smiled.

I bowed down before the cup like a disciple and she laughed and said, "Ommm"
like a Buddhist. Gotta love her. Now it's one thing to think about someone when
you're in your bedroom with the curtains drawn, but another thing altogether to
realize that you're still pretty keen in broad daylight and she's right there
in front of you. It's hard to ignore those blue, smiling eyes and those full
red lips. There she goes, tossing that dark hair around and teasing you that
your mowing is artistic, rather than straight.

"More toast?"

"Yes please."

That was Saturday. Talking, drinking, eating, watching videos and a foot
massage each. We did some washing and called the folks to let them know that
everything was working nicely. Dinner was fabulous again. Some wine was drunk
and so were we.

After dinner Shana decided to take a bath to loosen up her shoulders and neck.
On her way from her room to the bathroom, dressed in a towel, she asked if my
hands were feeling strong.

I said, "They're drunk, like the rest of me...Why, do you want a shoulder
massage?"

"Um...yes" she said, "but I was really going to ask you to undo this bath oil
bottle. How about both?"

So whilst I undid the bath oil bottle, she put a chair in front of me, turned
it around and sat with her back to me, knees wide and her arms folded on the
chairback in front of her. I warmed some oil with my hands, spread it over her
neck and shoulders and started gently and slowly kneading her muscles. Her skin
was smooth and soft. The bath oil was sandalwood scented.

"A bit lower and a bit to the right," she demanded. "I'm a bit knotty..."

"Nutty?" I laughed. "Shana, the towel's a bit high, I can't really reach your
spine."

She said, "Hang on," and loosened the towel a bit. As I slid both thumbs down
along the sides of her spine she bowed forward and "Ommmed" again...and as we
both laughed, the towel fell down...she didn't skip a beat, just moved her
beautiful long hair to cover her breasts. I massaged until I'd covered her
scalp, neck, shoulders and lower back. She had her eyes shut and was the most
gorgeous woman I have ever seen. Her back is amazing. My hands were in heaven.
We finished up and Shana took her bath at about twelve o'clock. I went into my
uncle's den and switched on the computer - meaning to type some emails to
friends. I got a bit distracted, read some stories and then crashed out.

No dream interpreter is needed to tell me what my dreams meant that night. I
was massaging her back just as before. The towel fell down, just as before,
exposing her back and hips. All through the massage she asked me to move this
way and that way with little noises of assent when it was right. Harder,
softer, up and down. Excellent.

She straightened up and rotated her shoulders slowly. Then moved her right arm
across her body awkwardly to pick up her wine glass.

"Ouch! I must have strained a muscle when I tried to open the jar" she said.

"Aren't you lucky that I'm here?" I asked. "Firstly I open the jar...then
massage the wounded woman to heal her injuries. Where is it sore?"

"Here," she pointed. But I couldn't see because she was still sitting with her
back to me.

"Um...my X-ray vision isn't working well at the moment..." I laughed, downing
another gulp of wine.

"Oh, right..." she said.

Shana stood up, placed the towel carefully on the seat of the chair, sat
innocently in front of me in all of her glory and closed her eyes. She pushed
her hair to the side and pressed her fingertips gently along the inside of her
right breast and on her sternum. She took my hand and pressed it over the same
spot.

"Okay," I said, "let's go to work!"

I took another palmful of bath oil, warmed it up again and slowly worked it as
innocently as possible into her cleavage and over the inside half of her right
breast. My stomach was full of butterflies and my hands were in paradise.

"Are you okay there?" she asked after a minute. "Aren't you tired of having
your arms out straight?" I was still in my chair, and she in hers.

"My shoulders are starting to feel it a bit," I admitted, thinking that the
game was over.

"Okay, then," she put her hands on my knees and kind of leapfrogged tipsily
onto my thighs. I saw her breasts gently bounce towards my eyes, warm and full.
Oh, Lord! "Now you can reach and I can try to ease your shoulders!" she beamed.
I could smell her hair and the warm bath oil was a heady mix of woman and
sandalwood.

I put my left arm around her waist to hold her steady, and began to slide my
other hand in between and over her breasts again. I was covering more ground
this time but it was a community service. Shana was holding her chest up
towards me and her breasts were high and full. I could see her nipples standing
out and she was breathing like she'd just been tickled. She rubbed my shoulder
with her left hand and moved closer into me - oops, a beautiful naked woman
squirming on your lap leads to one thing for sure and she surely could feel it
through my boxer shorts. We started to become really warm where she was pressed
into me. And we had both drunk about a bottle of wine each.

I was rubbing her breasts to the same rhythm as she was rubbing my shoulder.
Gently sliding my hands over and around those oil slippery nipples. And you
can't help but move a little from the waist when you're a bit tired and drunk,
can you? Before I knew it, we were both subtly moving into each other gently
and slowly. I was very aroused and she was moving in easy circles, pressing
fully into my lap. I was looking into her face, my hands were moving on her
hips, back and breasts and we were both breathing hard. Shana opened her eyes
sleepily, met my gaze, smiled lazily and leaned forward to kiss me, her mouth
open and warm. See, no interpreter required.

When I crashed back to earth, I cursed the world that it was only a dream and
grabbed some breakfast. I was surprised to be up before Shana. I was sitting
there reading the paper with some coffee when she appeared from the den.

"Ahh, good morning," I said. "That explains everything...have you had a good
morning so far?"

"I was just surfing a bit. I'm gonna take a shower," she said a bit quickly.
And disappeared. I continued with my paper.

She seemed a bit preoccupied in the early morning. I probed gently to see if
she was okay. She seemed pretty upbeat, but had something on her mind.

"Earth to Shana, earth to Shana!" I laughed. "I've been asking which video you
wanted to watch for the last half a minute...A penny for your thoughts."

"I'm just thinking about the future," she said kind of vaguely, not really
meeting my eyes.

"Yup," I said brightly "and which video is going to feature in it?"

She laughed and pretty much came back down to earth. The Usual Suspects was the
first feature. What a cracker! Damn, it was still hot though, no clouds, just
blazing sun. We just sat there drinking beers, talking and watching videos for
hours.

Twilight came, but the air was too still to give any relief. Shana asked me to
grab the spritz spray from her bag next to me to help her cool off. She was
back to normal so when I saw her uni-card picture I smiled and said, "Why do we
always look much better in real life!"

She squealed and tried to grab the photo. "It was a bad hair day," she said.

I ran out of the kitchen with the photo and she ran after me into the lounge. I
thought I'd be safe behind the coffee table but she jumped me and we crashed
into the couch. We wrestled for a minute or two breathing hard and laughing. I
held the card over my head but she was on top of me. She straddled me and
pinned my arms down with me only half fighting.

"That's what you get when you mess with me," she smirked, taking the photocard
and pinching my nose.

"Ohhh....the final insult," I said and bounced her up into the air. I grabbed
her waist and tickled her until she fell over on her side, dropping the photo.
I picked her up in a fireman's lift and took her outside into the backyard by
the pool.

"Put me down, you brute," she giggled, but to no avail - I jumped in, taking
her with me.

Though it was pretty dark, the water was still warm from the day. I took my
shirt off, squeezed it out and hung it over the side of the pool. I looked over
to see Shana's silhouette doing the same thing. She continued with her shorts
then crouched down 'til only her head was above water. We chatted about a
cousin who was moving house shortly. The family was a bit worried that we would
lose touch if we didn't work at it. After a few more tantalizing minutes of
surreptitiously checking her out, I was certainly reacting. Total babe swimming
lazily around in the pool without a stitch on. She was certainly being pretty
physical today. I wondered what had got into her. I was just sliding into her
in my mind when she swam silently up to me and caught me unawares by splashing
me.

"That's for tossing me in the pool in my clothes!" she said.

We had a bit of a splash fight tackling and tickling, laughing and writhing
about a bit together.

"What are we going to eat for dinner?" she asked. "I'm starting to get hungry
after all of that jumping about."

"Something light - how about a stir-fry?" I replied. I'm the stir-fry king.

"Sounds good," she said as she jumped out of the pool and went into the house
to get a towel and some clothes.

I brought our clothes inside and put them in the bathroom to dry off. Dinner
was a success. What can I say? Mr. Stirfry to you. We kicked back to watch the
late film, but it was a dog and so we just ended up reading and occasionally
talking on the porch steps as the temperature dropped.

When it was a little cool outside, we went in and had a few whiskeys each. My
back hadn't enjoyed the cool air or the steps outside.

"Do you know that you owe me a massage?" I joked.

"Back playing up?" she asked.

"Got it in one," I replied.

"Loosen up with a shower and get rid of some chlorine. I'll be in my room," she
said.

I came out of the shower wearing my stripy towel. Shana massaged my back slowly
and thoroughly. She sat across my backside and patiently sorted out the knots
one by one. She even did my arms and legs. After she had sorted me out I felt
like a new man. I went to the toilet and splashed my face.

When I came back she asked if I would rub her lower back before she went to
sleep. I said, "Sure."

As I poured the oil onto my hand, she took her big T-shirt off and lay face
down on the bed. The T-shirt was all she had been wearing. We'd already been
skinny-dipping earlier in the evening, so I wasn't too surprised. Between the
massaging and the talking, I was feeling pretty sleepy. Whiskey knocks me about
a bit sometimes. We were both talking a bit and then dropping off, then talking
some more. Eventually we both just crashed out in her room, her naked, and me
with a loose towel, which soon wandered away.

Some movement at about 3:30am awakened me.

"I think that I ate your excellent stir-fry a bit fast," she whispered when she
saw that I was partly awake. Shana got up and went to the bathroom. The
temperature had dropped through the floor from the lack of cloud cover. I
dozed, but she took at least five minutes to come came back in. Her teeth were
totally chattering.

"My tummy feels a bit better," she said as she came rattling through the door.

I murmured, "Do you want a tummy rub?"

"No, but I'm freezing - the floor is like ice. I just want you to lie there so
I can use you as a heater for a minute." Shana said.

I was still pretty fuzzy with whiskeyed sleep, but thought that all of my
Christmasses had arrived with these holidays. She jumped under the covers and
slid over to my side of the bed where I was lying on my back. Shana just draped
herself alongside me, breasts pressed against me- cold breasts - and her whole
torso pressed into my side. She put her left leg across me - I could feel that
she was shivering and she held me really tightly.

"Gosh, you're so warm," she whispered.

Oh, my god, I could feel her whole body. I had my arm around her, I was rubbing
her back warm - and my right arm was stroking her leg and hip. So there we
were. And I was in an impossible position - I was slowly starting to react both
to her leg across my body and the furry warmth of her crotch pressed into my
hip - I could feel myself stirring. I swear that I started to suspect that I
was being subtly seduced - because though it all felt very natural, I wasn't
sure that it was innocent.

Shana shifted position slightly to place more of her weight on me and I felt
the other breast cool against my chest as she settled into me again. Her head
was resting on my shoulder and her hair was soft and silky against my neck. The
blood continued to move from my big head to the little head and it was starting
to press gently into her leg. Her breasts were now warm and I could feel her
nipples pressing into my chest when I moved slightly. I felt that we were
playing a good game and I was enjoying it. I was stroking her hair and we were
talking quietly so as not to break the spell. I was pretty well aroused now and
could feel Mr. Happy twitching and pulsing against her inner right thigh.

She kind of shimmied against me with a little shiver and said sleepily, "I
can't believe how cold it was out there. Nearly froze my tits off. Luckily you
were here and saved them just in time...My hero! I owe you two pounds of flesh.
How can I ever repay you?!" she giggled.

"Only two pounds?" I said, playing along rather archly. "Seems like you owe me
a little more than that..."

"D'you think so?" she asked.

Shana took her weight on her hands either side of me, shifted her hips up and
over more to sit straddling my lower stomach, legs pressing against my sides.
She gathered her hair and pushed it behind her with a little flick. I could see
her in the moonlight and nearly let out a little gasp.

She held her breasts in her hands with a little smile and said, "I can't tell
how much they weigh - they're stuck to the rest of me!"

Mr. Happy was lying between us, flat against my stomach twitching with my
pulse. I could feel the warmth of her pussy pressing down directly onto me and
I knew that everything would be all right.

"What if you lean forward and let them carry their own weight?" I suggested.

Shana slowly rose up onto her hands and knees over me. I almost cried as she
left Mr. Happy alone and at attention.

"But I don't have any hands left," she whispered, just inches from my face.
"You'll have to weigh them."

"I'll do my best," I whispered back looking up at her shining blue eyes.

I moved my hands from her thighs, sliding them up over her hips. Fingerwalked
along her stomach, feeling her shiver and cupped her breasts in my hands.

"It's hard to tell," I whispered gratefully. "But they must be worth millions -
it may take me some time to work it out."

"I've only got two weeks," she said, grinning. "Except that my arms are a bit
shaky and I'm looking forward to sitting back down." I smiled and squeezed her
right breast in assent.

This crazy sister of mine moved back and lowered her hips until she felt what
she was looking for. Shana looked me straight in the eyes and shifted until Mr.
Happy was again a prisoner, flat on my stomach but wedged along the lips of her
pussy. I could feel her curly hair against mine. She started to move forwards
and backwards along the length of my cock. Her pussy was out of control wet and
warm. She was practically masturbating against my cock, leaning forward,
sliding and pushing, faster and faster. Her hands were on my shoulders and her
breathing was short and quick.

Soon her head went back, her stomach muscles tensed forever and she let out an
"Uh, uh , uh," sound before her arms gave way and she came forward onto my
chest.

I wrapped my arms around her, hugged her hard and kissed her cheek. She was
perspiring and breathing fast. I stroked her hair and rocked her from side to
side, smiling.

"Whoo," she said in between breaths. "That was just amazing! I've wanted that
from you all day. Aren't you clever?"

"Actually, my IQ has halved," I said. "All of the blood has left my brain."

"Mmmm I know where it must've gone," she said. "Let's see if we can help you."

"Ahem...All day?" I said.

She kissed me quickly on the lips and sat back up on my thighs with Mr. Happy
in front of her. Shana lifted her hips and came forward until my cock was
directly under her, ready to slide home to paradise. She opened the lips of her
pussy with her right hand and let the tip of my cock rest between her crinkly
curls. My hands could feel her hips rocking as she took the head in half an
inch then out and along the lips again. I was so close to heaven. I looked at
her magnificent body in the half-light with my right hand holding her left
breast and felt so happy and lucky. My sister held the head of my cock just
inside her pussy, I could feel the sticky, warm lips separate as the head slid
up and back.

More and more of my cock was being engulfed into that slick heaven. Finally,
after an aching minute or two, I held her hips and looked into her eyes.

"Will you be my man?" she asked. I nodded hard. "But first," she said, "I'm
hungry for your cock."

She lifted off me, came forward and kissed me fully and slowly. Then turned
around on her hands and knees, looking at me over her shoulder. She took my
cock in her hands and mouth and started to suck and slide. I had a perfect view
of the whole of her pussy, hips and her breasts through the backs of her
thighs. I slid my hands all over and watched her shudder as I reached her cunt.
I slowly slid two fingers deep and wet inside her. She pushed back onto my
hand.

I pulled at her hips and watched her pussy come back to me, warm and fragrant.
I sucked her deep into my mouth, probed in between her pussy lips with my
tongue and then began to butterfly lick her clitoris - up and down, round and
round, shaking my head gently from side to side all whilst holding her clit
sucked gently into my mouth.

My cock was in paradise - that warm full mouth was totally perfect. My sister
took me to the edge and back a couple of times.

I sucked her deep and licked fast at her again and again stopping only to suck
and nibble up and down her lips and to kiss her upper thighs. Her hips were
jerking forward, rotating and she was fucking my mouth and tongue. I could feel
her breasts sliding over my stomach as she moved up and down on me. We were
both groaning like champions. I stopped only when we were both pretty much on
the edge of coming.

Had to fuck her! Had to splurt come up into her. Kissed her. She kissed me back
hard. Hugged each other tightly.

The time came. She reclined back on the bed and opened her arms, welcoming me
to her. I hugged her, kissed my sister deeply, our tongues tasting and teasing.
I worked my right hand down, opened her pussy and moved until the head of my
cock was just inside her. I could taste her in my mouth and I was overwhelmed
with lust.

Shana held my hips steady and with three or four strokes I sank deep up into
her belly. I slid all the way home for the first time inside my sister. Oh lord
she's perfect; hot and tight. We just stayed there for ages enjoying that
feeling of togetherness, feeling our skin touching and humming to each other.
My hands were glorying in her hips and her cunt was pressed hard up against me.

We both took a big breath at the same time and I began to pump my cock into the
wet heat of her pussy. I stroked her side and hips at the same time as grinding
my pelvis into her. The moment was too perfect and couldn't last. After just a
couple of minutes, we sped up and I came like gangbusters. I could feel my
heart thumping and my temples throbbed. I collapsed against her and kissed her
deep and strong. I mustered enough strength to help her masturbate to another
orgasm and almost immediately we curled up and slept.

I woke up with a slight hangover. And Mr. Happy was at full attention. Shana
had her head on my shoulder and could tell that I was awake. I guess that she
must have seen Mr. Happy, and I felt her hand curl around me, banishing any
doubts. We took a shower and ate breakfast. Nothing had changed yet everything
had changed. We still talked effortlessly, joking and laughing. But she sat
closer to me, our legs touching and I felt really happy. We didn't kiss again
until mid-afternoon when a cool song came on the radio. We danced in the
kitchen and ended up all over each other. I've never felt lust, passion and
love all wrapped up in my arms like that.

We danced our way into her bedroom and lost our clothes on the way. I kissed
her wrists, her inner elbows and her neck. She lay on her back and I put a
pillow under her knees. Shana was lying there so sweet and beautiful. We were
both panting with desire. I knelt over her knees, putting my legs on either
side of hers so she couldn't open her legs.

I started from her knees, kissing along her thighs, and stroking her belly and
hips, always holding her legs gently closed. I licked and sucked at the side of
her pubic hair between her inner thigh and her pussy. After just a few minutes
of this tongue-bath she was going crazy. But I wouldn't let her open her legs.
And I wouldn't yet touch her cunt.

I slid my hands up across her stomach and cupped her breasts, gently squeezing
and stroking. I slid one hand back down and under her legs to the back of her
pussy. She was soaking. I pretended to struggle to slide one finger into her -
but couldn't because her legs were together. She was breathing quickly and
arching her hips up to me.

I started sucking the top of her cunt. And slowly let her legs open a bit,
teasing her and driving her wild. When I let her legs go, sucked her deep into
my mouth, flickered at her clit with my tongue and pistoned two fingers in and
out of her, she came and came and came. Stomach clenching, holding my head and
breathing really hard.

"Fuck," she said, "You're the man for me!"

She brought me up to lie along her and smiled at me.

"I have a secret to tell you. Almost a confession," she whispered. "Slide into
me and I'll tell you."

Well, Shana told me that on the Sunday morning, she had checked in the address
history list to save her typing the hotmail address....and well, well...for the
first time in my life (luckily as it turned out!) I must have forgotten to
clear my surfing history...Oops, busted. I had spent at least an hour online
when she was taking her Saturday night bath, re-reading all of my favorite
White Shadow stories and doing the wild thing by myself as I thought about the
massage and Shana nude in the bathroom...she clicked on the purple "visited"
links and followed my surfing...through the White Shadow opening pages, to the
incest stories...and through each one I had read - every one of them a brother/
sister story. And she knew that I didn't know that she knew.

For some reason I was kind of embarrassed at being busted and blushed even
though I was lying stomach to stomach with her, deep up inside her.

"Oh, are you turning red?" she laughed. I told her that when I read the stories
I had masturbated a million times thinking about her. That I had almost gone
out of my mind massaging her on the Saturday night.

"Just think," she said, "if I hadn't found you out, I wouldn't have dared to be
such a flirt, taking my clothes off, letting you massage me and rubbing against
you. And I wouldn't have this delicious penis filling me up. Come on beautiful
man, fill me up!"

"Well I'm glad that you reacted like this," I grinned.

I lifted myself up and tickled her until she turned over to escape. I held her
legs spread wide with my feet and slid into her pussy from behind. My whole
body was pressed along her back and my cock was deep up in Shana's cunt. I slid
my right hand under her and cupped her pussy. She pressed against my hand and I
slid my fingers side to side over her clitoris. Shana started fucking my hand,
rubbing her clit against my fingers.

"Mmmm," she groaned, "This is how I masturbate but your cock makes it so much
better." I could feel her ass smooth against my stomach and the warm, wet area
where our bodies met. I had one hand holding her left breast and her hips were
starting to move erratically. She shuddered under me as she came. I could feel
her breathing and taste the sweat of her neck when I kissed her.

When she could move again, she held me to her and rose to all fours with my
cock still buried deep between those lips, up in her belly. I could see the
sides of her breasts and her hair was to one side. Her head was lowered and her
hips were swaying back. I moved to one side, pressed and stroked my palm up in
between the lips of her pussy holding her wide open, stimulating her whole cunt
with my hand. She gasped and shuddered. My left hand was holding her hip and my
right hand was between our bodies, just my fingers now, rubbing her clit from
below and behind. Shana was holding her head low and her knees wide apart. She
was pressing hard back into me with each thrust. Her body was amazingly
responsive. Watching her hips and ass was incredible.

I slid all the way out of her and back in half a dozen times to see and feel
her pussy accept my cock. Incredible to see that open pussy widen and say, "O"
around my cock. I was so close to orgasm that rocking slowly up against her was
bringing me forward to coming. My legs were starting to shake. She rose and
knelt up so as I could hug her and pump up as I came. Shana's legs were
together holding me tightly up in her pussy. I kissed that back of her neck
raggedly and she said that she could feel the spurts of come as I hugged her to
me.

Well, she's just finished reading my little effort. I'm all typed out! She's
given her stamp of approval after changing a few little details. She's still
the most sexy, beautiful woman I have ever seen. Say hello to the nice people
at WS Shana.

"Hello to the nice people at WS Shana." (Hey, everyone's a comedienne) Let me
tell you that this boy is the best sucker and fucker ever. I'm sitting on his
lap and typing. His lap is becoming a mountain. This is better than ICQ! Take
my shirt off please. Thank you. Would you like to hold my tits? Please put your
right hand into my knickers. Now! Ommm.


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