When I was nineteen, I moved into a dorm at college, but I still kept in touch with my brother. More than with our parents, actually. I invited him ov...er to campus, where we went for ice cream and talked about college and junior high, parents, the future and boys/girls. The other girls at my college loved my little brother Max, and thought he was cute. And Max was of course on cloud nine every time at college girl fondled his hair and pinched his cheeks. When I was through with college, I moved. Through it all, though, Simone never stopped proving how amazing she was during the time we knew one another. As I’ve said previously, Simone had been on my mind since Amanda and I began our Hawaiian vacation several weeks ago. After returning from the trip, we had a few days to relax. It’s probably counterintuitive, but I’ve always felt that it’s worth taking a slightly shorter vacation to have a few days of buffer between the end of a vacation and the return to the workaday world. We did that. “Thank you.”“I’m sure you don’t need me to tell you what to do.”Her eyes dip. Her hand moves, the palm of it moving against her pussy. She’s looking at me, as if she needs confirmation.“Good girl,” I say. “It’s like you were a natural at this.”I can feel Cuck’s eyes burning into my back, wanting to see. I remain where I am, watching as Pet tentatively uses her fingers. Fingers that slowly unfold her petals. Fingers that slowly begin to move within the petals, teasing herself, her eyes. My short skirt was riding mid-thigh and the back of Mr Nilsson hand was resting on my soft inner thigh, 'I need to go check on some other patients', mother said, her eyes fixed on his hand, which I had let go and he turned it onto my leg, his fingers sending little shocks into my crotch.'We'll be OK', I replied looking at her then Mr Nilsson, smiling openly at him, feeling his thumb snuck under my hemline. Mother nodded and disappeared, leaving us alone.'You still a Virgin', he asked me.