Well, like I said before, Maria (Jackie's sister) was a very feminine,girly girl. She was beautiful and well built and liked to show it.Maria had an ...extensive wardrobe and my mom was going through it, tryingto talk Jackie into keeping some of the clothes and stuff for herself. "Do you like this one?" My mom said, holding up a pink, halter stylesundress. "I think it's adorable." I just don't think I can wear my sister's stuff, Michelle (my mom'sname). It would be too small on me anyhow." . The. Fuck. I shifted my cock to the side and lifted my sack. Yep, they were good and blue. [ [ [ Close Knit 2 ] ] ] The following Saturday night, I'd spent the evening in my bedroom, lying in my messy twin bed and staring into the ceiling. My mind was cluttered with filthy little thoughts. Hot, filthy little thoughts. Mom had been on my mind for the past week, the image of her jilling off in my bedroom tattooed in my brain. I couldn't. I only talk to her whenever I see my friend and her. But whenever we do, it’s as if we’re close friends.One night, I went over to my friend’s house with some of my other friends. After greeting each other, we sat down and began to play a board game. His wife was sitting right next to me and he was sitting across from me, a bit farther away. It was during the summer, and I was wearing a tight sleeveless shirt with somewhat tight jeans. I had sandals on, so I was barefoot when I was inside. She. Just away from here. Please.”Lacking a better destination, Peter put the car in drive and started toward home. He had a brief moment of indescribable panic when he passed a police car stopped at an intersection. The officer eyed him suspiciously as he passed, but thankfully turned the opposite direction.Hands at 10 and 2, and his eyes constantly darting to the speedometer, he carefully made his way toward the edge of town.She must have noticed the street lights thinning out, because she sat.