I reached behind myself with my left hand, slipped two fingers effortlessly into my ass, and began fingering myself. Slowly at first, then quicker. An...d quicker. And quicker. The squelching sound of my fingers mixing with Steve’s cum was clearly audible in the kitchen.I was still bent over the table, so I got myself to my feet, grabbed my cock with my other hand, and started wanking profusely. I must have looked a sight, just stood perfectly upright in an upper-class kitchen, fingering my. ” I pointed to the cabinet. “There.”Without a word Vi moved to the cabinet and faced it.“Lean forward. Hold on to the top.”My sister’s breathing quickened as her heels rose. She stretched up, fingers sliding over the dark cherrywood, body inclining forward as she rose on her toes, her spine forming a perfect line.“Stay there. I’ll be right back.”When we were children our father had installed a ping-pong table in the basement of the house. He’d frequently sent us down there when he was working. She rememberedthe humiliating time a few years ago when Kurt was overplaying with Jeff, and she was undressing in herbedroom, and he just opened the door and leered at herin just her panties, staring at her naked cone-shapedbreasts. She remembered how angry she was, and yetperplexed at finding that her panties were wet.Kurt’s friend Mike, who lived behind Kathy’s house, wasjust as bad. He was a big bully, loud and arrogant, justlike his father. Only last year, Mike was in the. She had to face him sooner or later, after all it had been well over a month. She shakily spun round, her stilettos screeching on the tiled floor. He hadn't changed at all. His dark hair was pushed back exposing his murky blue eyes, his rosy lips spread into a gentle smile. Delilah turned away and began walking back toward the exit, determined to walk away this time. Tears began to sting at the corner of her dark brown eyes. She had to get out of the club. Now. She felt his hand thrust into.