His cock was being forced between my labia and held there, he had not penetrated me, just made contact with my warm wet fleshy crotch.I lay prostrate ...across the edge of my breakfast bar, my hand cupped my pubis, his semen was everywhere, and the feeling of his fat cock was between my thighs, I began to masturbate myself unashamedly, his semen like a man oil, 'Rub that pussy bitch', and I did, as he stood there watching my body contort with my self abuse, and when I started cumming, I saw he had. The chemistry was definitely still there, like electric static when they were close. They weren't hanging out as much as they did when they were first together, but she was hoping gradually they would be. They started out with having dinner a few times that following week, then they had met up at a party for her brother in the city. They had spent the whole night sitting next to one another and had danced twice, the closest she had gotten to making love to her, the beat slow, their arms wrapped. " Well, I mean geez, couldn't you just wake me up when I first come in your room. Or just lead me back to my room--that's what Mom and Dad always used to do." You're not listening! I'm dead asleep; you wake me up. I can't wake you up before because by the time you wake me up, you've been doing it long enough that I wake up because I'm just about to ... just about to ... you know." Blow a load of jism all over my hand?"My sister was studying me. I think that in the blushing competition, I was. For what seemed like ages you traced circles on the tender flesh of my thigh so close to my sex. Finally you stroked one finger over my clit, making me wetter. Finally you teased my clit, gently rubbing it, forcing me to break the kiss to moan for you. “Oh, you are so wet,” you grinned. I whimpered weakly, “mhmm.” You slid your finger down my slit, teasing the opening. You must have sensed I needed something inside of me. Suddenly you slid your digit into my pussy to the last knuckle making me.