I could see a trail of moisture leaking from deep in her pussy and coating her lips. Her labia lips were pulsing and needing to be touched. Her hips s...quirmed around trying to make contact with my hand. I leaned down further on the bed and gently kissed her inner thigh, letting my soft lips and tongue trail up her leg. I could feel the chill bumps rising up on her delicate skin as my lips and tongue teased her. I could feel the heat radiating from her moist pussy, and I watched as her lips. After I had screwed them all senseless, my sister stood me up and lead me back outside again. The storm had passed, and the rain was now a light shower. She guided our naked bodies back to our house again, then screwe. d me one last time before we went to bed.I woke up in my chair with a start when a carton erupted onto the screen. I was dressed. It was stormy outside. My pants smelled of fresh sperm.Was this a dream?Was it real?The next day, her friends came over to visit my sister. . It was the first time he’d spoken directly to me since I fainted before the fall concert. I was beginning to think he’d really gotten in trouble.“Yes, sir.”“Please bring your mandolin and come to the hot seat.” Oh, shit. The hot seat was where soloists perform up next to the podium. I’d only been working on playing the mandolin for a few months and hadn’t used it in orchestra at all. “Carol, please take the second seat and David, the third. I believe you’ll recognize this piece from your. In fact, to be perfectly honest with you, I think you are an attractive young man also. You look alot like your father." Diane explained. Chris did not know what to say so he just told the truth. What else could he say? He explained to her his sexual troubles and that he knew alot about her sexuality because he could almost always hear her. He explained that when he lusted after her, he just thought about her as a sexy woman, not his mother. When the conversation ended, they.