"Will I be as good as he thinks I am"? By the time she had smoked half of her joint she was calmed down. Reaching into her suitcase she found the enve...lope with all of his stories and found her favorite. Lighting a candle she rolled onto her stomach to read. The first time she read it she masturbated and came twice and it still turns her on the same way every time.About half way through the story she slides her hand under herself. When her fingers reach her pussy she slides a finger past the wet. I grabbed my jacket, just in case I decided to go for a walk. When I left, Ronnie and Connie were still sitting on the floor looking at each other.I went down to the lobby, still not sure where I was going. I just knew I had to get out of our room for a while, both because all the sexual tension was driving me nuts and because I figured that the lovebirds could use some privacy.I decided that I didn't feel like walking so I picked up an old copy of SI and crashed on one of the couches. It was a. I guess that’s where I get my own shy streak from. Her friends became more prominent around our house and things always seemed to be pretty quiet and uneventful. My mom’s best friend was Margaret, a forty-something brunette who taught English at a local high school. She was the most regular of my mom’s visitors and was visiting on that Wednesday night that reshaped my world. It was almost midnight and I had gone up to bed a few hours earlier, but was unable to sl**p. My s****r, Sara, was 18 and. Her body was shaking a little as she took a moment to catch her breath after finally getting it all in. That’s when she looked at me and told me that she has always wanted to fuck her old coach. She started rocking herself up and down my shaft, all the while we were kissing and grabbing each-others bodies. I started rubbing her clit and sucking on her nipples and she mentioned that she wasn’t going to last much longer. I wanted to be in control, I wanted to be the one fucking her before this.