I flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue and poor Sarah almost jumped through the roof of the tent, then tried her best to relax as I continued to lap and lick her inflamed sex. I could only think of two ways to relieve Sarah’s discomfort, and one of them was, for me, out of the question. By the look in my brother’s eye, I think I just might anyway! well, maybe left you alone? “What she wants is sex,” my sister advanced, “but to what degree, I couldn’t tell you. “This tent smells of cum, and it isn’t mine or Jim’s. “No, Sis, that’s not one of those things I spend any time worrying about. It’s warm enough now that we should be fine, and we can lay on our clothes if it gets too cold.” I could see my sister wavering between accepting my suggestion and the impracticality of it.
