It’s been propped against the wardrobe, across from the foot of my bed, waiting for Da or my big brother to come over and hang it on the wall for me.... I woke up on the first morning of the lockdown and I sat up in bed. There was the mirror, opposite me. My reflection had that sort of blurry still-half-asleep look, with big-bad-bed-hair and puffy eyes. But hey, she was sorta pretty, I thought. You know, I’d do her. And, knowing that I had nothing else to do, I thought I’d start the day on a high. I even foundsome holiday photos of me with an ex-girlfriend and we were wearingmatching school pleated skirts.I closed the book and I stared at the wall for a few minutes."Are you OK big bro?" Angela came in from behind the sofa, seriouslyworried."I don't know. I can't remember any of this. Or, better, I do rememberall of it but I can't recall ever wearing a skirt or heels in my wholelife!" I confessed. "Why did I wear skirts anyway? I'm a guy!" You have a woman's legs. It only makes sense that. Her fingers squeezed my shaft and then aligned me with her opening. After months of abstinence, I pushed forward and felt her lips enfold me in their soft embrace."Teel, we should be careful," I warned."Please, Mark," she implored.Unable to resist her pleas, I embedded half my length in her and savoured the tight confinement of my cock. Teel wrapped her arms around my body and then pulled us closer together, impaling herself completely in the process.I rested for a few heartbeats to regain my. You'd think I'd stuck it into a live socket! Sarah went into convulsions. I just hung on, so I could stay plugged in, without getting it ripped off. After she slowed down just a bit, I started thrusting into her again and once again touched her little button. Again she went off like a rocket! But this time, she took me with her, the darling, and I spasmed her greedy little belly full.What a way to start the day!After a simple breakfast of toast and coffee, we decided we'd go upriver another.