"But I'm not drunk."She kissed me again, the tip of her tongue gliding along my lips, wetting them. "I am." I know, but..." You don't need to be drunk...." Her mouth pressed firmer to mine, and my lips parted for her questing tongue. "Besides, you like girls, remember?"Sure, I did. But I also had a cock just then, and she didn't know that. Besides, I had always assumed that Madison and I only fooled around when both of us were drunk because that was her way of coping with the fact that I was. Bea was both the little sister she never had and the daughter she longed for – since her birth, Sophie had spent as much time with her as she was able. But as soon as she thought of it, the idea was dismissed. Cole knew how much Sophie and Bea adored each other and though at times Sophie’s love for Cole made her hate him, she knew he could never be so cruel. But then, why was he behaving so rudely? It must be something to do with Bella. Feeling uncharacteristically self-conscious, Sophie looked. They tease me, and ask, "what do you like doing Martina?" Then I blush and look down at the floor, or laugh nervously.So after listening to them discussing their every moment behind the bedroom door, and then perhaps going out on a date with my boyfriend, I've been in the habit of coming home afterwards and masturbating furiously in my bedroom. I always have to keep quiet, of course, because I share a bedroom with my sister, and my Nanay (Mom) and Tatay (Dad) have the next room to us. Sometimes. We sat there, and she massaged my cock eith her pussy muscles and when it would thunder her pussy would grip my cock. I played with her tits and nipples and she slowly ground he wet pussy on me. She soon was having another orgasm, not as hard as the other ones, but her pussy was gripping me enough for me to shoot a load into her. We sat there holding each other for 10 minutes then she got up saying she needed something to drink. So we walked naked through the store to the cooler and we each.