Yet I felt no shards of guilt ripping at my conscience and no reluctance to spread my legs for her touch. Her eyes were a clear, clever yellow. Soon the tan young guy stood up, and my sister's small hands began to unsnap and unzip his shorts. The powerful jets pummeled my flesh and felt exquisite. The bubbles surged into the widened gap, nibbling like soft mouths, tugging gently at my nether lips, and urging my clitoris into full erection. That's what I want of you, princesa. It was only momentary, but enough to bring a soft smile to Gisele's lips as she realized my inexperience. And she somehow felt empty and forsaken. 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. Slipping out the door, she heard the automatic lock click when she shut it.