It was a Saturday night, me and Vicky were drinking and playing ‘true or dare’ and things got a little out of hand, we had asked each other all the ‘was it true questions’ and done all the usual ‘dares’ to each other, when l dared my sister to go across the hall to Syd’s , he was a nice old widower, she was to stay dressed in the bathrobe she was wearing and the robe had to be slightly open, Vicky was to flirt with Syd while asking for milk or tea bags, l nearly choked when she agreed, but my sister promised she would get me back on my dare. I had begun calling her my pig it wasn’t in a derogatory way it was my pet name for her and Vicky understood. Most of her forest was off and Vicky’s saggy pussy lips were glistening, l slid a finger gently between them and stroked her clit she raised her hips and let out a long slow moan, l increased the rhythm which caused her cries to get louder and my sister’s clitoris began to swell and looked like a small cock protruding from between her pussy lips, l took it into my mouth and ran my tongue over the tip Vicky forced her clit harder onto my tongue and
