I looked at him and it was so damn hot. This hot guy, total naked, shaved cock, hot abs. He was so close i could smell the sex. As his orgasm subsided..., he stretched out his legs, laying them on top of mine.The touch of his bare skin against mine was more than I could handle, and i began to cum. Now Sarah, and Ross to a matter of fact gave me some mind-blowing orgasms, and this one, though it was self-inducted was up there too.This situation was so hot, so dirty, my brother came in thick white. She felt the beads of water that were still sliding down her smooth skin, vaporizing and drifting away on unpleasant warm currents of air. She quickly grabbed a tub of cold chocolate ice-cream, lingering by the open fridge for a few moments in thrall of the cool air leaking from it. Her nipples perked up, hardening quickly in response to the pleasure that coursed through her body. Like any sensible person, she knew that she shouldn't keep the refrigerator door open like that for too long.. It was an echo of her own poetry. Love, betrayal, suicide, death, vengeance, and the long lingering of the ghostly presence. On other walls, shorter bits of poetry ranging from Poe to Billy Joel. Song lyrics, classic poetry, and pieces I'd never heard of. Sometimes a verse and sometimes a whole poem—all penned in her precise handwriting. I stopped in front of one, a song I'd heard and could almost hear the tune as I read the final stanza.Just remember in the winter far beneath the winter. She just wanted me to know about it. She also started asking me questions about whether I was getting night falls. I could not understand. Then she asked me whether I noticed a stain on my underwear after I go to the toilet in the morning.This actually made me listen to her because I had seen some stain on my underwear earlier. Then I turned myself to her and nodded, confirming yes to her. She said, “That is the night-fall.” Then she started explaining the biological changes that adolescent age.