I looked at my sister's body for what would be the last time for a while. She was so incredibly sexy. Especially with my cum dripping from her pussy."...So are you gonna stop teasing me?" I asked."What do you mean?" She asked."Walking around letting your tits hang out? Talking about masturbation? I mean if you don't count the sex, we're still only at the kissing stage." I said."Sure, how long should we hold off on doing that kind of stuff?" She asked."Oh, I'd say the groping stage." I said."Deal.. I wasn’t quite satisfied though. Not yet. I set my sights on the street that led to his house. I decided to pay him an early morning visit. When I knocked on the door, my heart was pounding in my throat and I could feel the juices from my excited pussy dripping down my legs. He finally answered the door, his eyes groggy with sleep, and I pushed myself inside, grabbing his hair and kissing him furiously. He pushed away with a gasp, but when I grabbed his cock through his pyjama pants, he knew. It spoiled the build up for a grand release of spurt after spurt of thick semen from my cock at the loving caress of my hands. “Bitch,” I muttered under my breathe. Mom had called me no less than twenty times earlier that morning and all for flimsy reasons. All the same, I unlocked my bedroom door to hear what she had to say.Mom is a short, petite woman. She is extremely fair in complexion and a little on the fatter side. She is not obscenely fat, but pleasantly plump. Her breasts are two large. She had a small thong on underneath. About an hour after we arrived a couple of guys arrived. I knew them all from our school days and didn't really like any of them back then. One of them called Weston I particularly disliked, partly because he had always been a total prick, and partly because he was my wife's ex-boyfriend. As soon as they bumped in to each other they were very touchy feely. Big hugs, as they reminisced about school days in the kitchen she laughed and kept touching his arm..