With one last glance at the door, she went into the sterile white bathroom and pulled her nearly dry bikini down from the shower rod. Soon the tan young guy stood up, and my sister's small hands began to unsnap and unzip his shorts. Hay is for farm animals. Without mercy, she teased me, holding back what I wanted so badly while I lay there like a slut offering everything. Each one stretching her, making her gasp and moan with the sensation of filling, each one pushing the one inside her before it even deeper, until she felt herself full to bursting. And she somehow felt empty and forsaken. Between her thighs the hair was matted, wet from her secretions and my own saliva. Gisele's hands supported my head between her thighs, possessively urging even closer communion between my face and her furrow. The softness of her mouth on my own and the pungent taste of my juices on her gorgeous face lit fires of desire that I'd never felt before. Hay is for farm animals.