It was impossible to be clinical about this. Winston masturbated to images less graphic than what she was showing him now. He was getting lightheaded. "Ummm... the second one. Crazy hot." He felt heat rising to his cheeks.

"You're sure? 'Cause, I want to be a hottie."

"You're already there, sis."

"Awww, that was sweet too," she beamed, "Now, how about just above my girlie goods?"

"Huh?"

"You know, my bumhole."

His eyes darted up to the tiny pale star nestled in her asscrack before he could stop himself. "What about it?"

"Does it look good too?"

"It looks like what it should look like."

"Don't get difficult on me...