Dad was stupid to have left her for his girlfriend! She couldn’t hold a candle to mom!My sister Emily is fifteen years old, five feet five inches ta...ll, and weighs a hundred and fifteen pounds. She too wears a 34-B bra and has beautiful brown wavy hair halfway down her back.My sister Robin is fourteen years old, five feet four inches tall, and weighs a hundred and five pounds. She too wears a 34-B bra and has beautiful brown wavy hair halfway down her back.They can wear each other’s bras,. My fingers were soaking from her pussy so I decided to take those fingers and see how bad she was.I put the 2 fingers in her mouth and she lick them "guys well I love making a girl do that it let's me know how horny she is". She stop sucking my fingers so I decided to take off her skirt, I slide her skirt down and started licking her from her feet to her inner tight I couldn't help myself so I look up at her and started licking her wet pussy.she kept moving her hips in a circle motion as my. She played it cool on the surface, but if anyone could look inside, they would see her insides clenching and unclenching with suppressed rage.MINE, she thought. Only mine. No one else gets to swoon over him. NO ONE. She knew she stood a one in a trillion chance, but she wanted even the unrequited pining to be hers alone. Her only consolation was that he was even further out of their league than hers. He had admitted as much, one glorious winter afternoon in 2009. This batch is horrifyingly dull. ’ She got his head flat and started doing the only things she could think of. She slapped him on the cheek. She pushed his stomach in. Thank God he’s breathing! She yelled again. ‘Martin! Martin! Wake up! Oh please wake up.’ She felt him start to stir. It had been three maybe four minutes, a long time for a concussion. His eyes were open. She cradled his head in her arms. ‘Martin. Oh please God make him wake up.’ She kissed his face, his eyes. Her hot wet tears dribbled on his brow. ‘Oh God.