””You are in love, I can see,” I repeated automatic.“Not me, you!” she laughed. I kept your ring on a chain under my clothes. Pink when I wa...s desperate, yellow when I was restless, green of love when I dwelled in the past and purple of passion when I thought of next Friday. One o’clock I stepped out my office into a cold drizzle. You swiftly walked around your car and opened the door. Barely I managed not to faint again. “Good afternoon my lady!” I sat down as elegantly as possible. You started. “What a hard life it’s been for you, Spal—I’ve watched while Mother gave you cold showers, and punished you by tying a pink ribbon to your dick and made you walk around with a book on your head so you’d learn to be a lady…just so you’d give up your testosterone driven passion…but does it work, no…”“Please, Maisie, can’t you just let me jerk off? Mom will never know.” Spal had pleaded with her, but his little sister had just laughed in his face as she’d continued to stroke his desperately. I grabbed my pussy. I mean, I just covered it with my hand, the whole thing, and made a fist. I squeezed my hand too, with my thighs, trapping myself there as my sex burned and throbbed and spilled wetness over my fingers. Not a whole lot maybe, but a lot more than I might have expected and I hadn't really known what to expect. I could barely breathe and my heart wouldn't slow down and I felt just ... Good! Like I was floating on a pogo stick or something and it lasted a long time too. I was. I started off slow, but very quickly recognized that Julia was in absolutely no need of any slow-building foreplay play. She was hot and wet already, so I just went for bringing her to a climax quickly. Within a minute she was bucking hard enough that I had to seriously hang on with both hands. I wished I'd brought some protective gear, as my face got pounded by her lower torso several times.Her various screams and laughs were replaced with her now trademark succession of yeses, in this case:.