But whenever parents were around, he would be the good boy and make me look like the naughty one. I often used to harass him over minor issues like th...e remote/blah blah….Right from the time when I matured at the age of 13, I love the way my bosoms gloomed out of my flat chest, how I found out the emerging hairs from my pubic region and how my class boys used to ogle at me while walking in short skirts. I used to have a batch of friends with 6 people who were still in touch. Of those one was my. "Dude, doesn't that mean your girlfriend is now your sister?"I arched an eyebrow. I'd never really thought of it that way, and it rather turned me on. But I bit my lip, trying to conceal that line of thought from Kenny. "Huh, that's a bit weird, isn't it?"Kenny just grinned. "Actually, it's sorta kinky. Taboo and yet not, since she isn't actually your sister."I shrugged and Kenny just clapped my shoulder. "Guess you can never break up with her now," he chuckled.I shook my head. I didn't ever. "I could feel the difference the heels made to the shape of my legs andbum. The underwear was very stimulating and my cock started to giveaway my state of arousal. "You like wearing those panties, don't you?"she giggled. "However we'll have to deal with that." She stroked mycock through my panties until it was rock-hard, then eased it out ofthem. She was obviously an expert at handling cocks because even afterI'd spurted into the glass she somehow managed to make me come againalmost. I open my mouth long enough to allow spit and pre-come to drizzle down his cock, coating it so I can move smoothly. My fingers tighten and I can feel the pulse underneath my fingertips. This one won't last much longer, but that's okay they aren't all winners.With my eyes firmly locked on Rob, I begin my slow methodical stroke of this man. My fingers grip tight on the downstroke and then they swirl as I pull up. Up and down I alternate between slow and quick. The entire time I am sucking on his.