Funny thing about reflexes, though, they insist that they rule the body. That oxygen habit is hard to break. Once the oxygen is flowing, then other fu...nctions fall into place. As much as you try to stop it, the mind starts to swell with thoughts, with memories. I knew somehow I shouldn’t let that process begin, yet there was nothing I could do to prevent it. Images. Voices. Feelings. Despair. Yes, that’s what I’m hiding from. But it knows where I’m hiding. How did it find me here? I’ve done. Know your limit and above all DO NOT DRIVE.” Having heard this all before, my sister and I managed semi-disinterested nods of agreement, if only to placate them. Jocelyn and I got ready, then walked over together, meeting Ash on the lawn before we went in and to the backyard of the house. Music was blaring and there were throngs of people dancing and in various stages of courtship. They ranged from simple making out to heavy petting and downright fucking. The party was in full swing and I soon. My b-cups weren't anything impressive, and while I had a nice flat stomach, my butt seemed to be the same way. The only feature I could call better than average was my legs, but volleyball does that to a girl. She was perfect. Her waist was small, but not tiny, her hips flared out just right, and she had a chest I'd kill for. Her long dark hair hung down across her shoulders and she looked just plain gorgeous.She kind of gave me a "oh, what the hell " look and slipped out of her panties and. The panties had been so tight that every step she took in laying out her clothes for the next day and getting ready for bed caused them to slide more into her cute bubble ass and look more like a thong!The quiet sound of his mother giving his father a blow job after the lights went out only made things worse. He could smell his sister’s hair and occasionally she bumped into him as they each tried to get comfortable. Horny as hell and frustrated beyond his ability to think, Tim finally fell.