What makes the blood pound is when there are an odd number of people taking part like 1,3,5 and so on.Ok how did it all start, well as there's no way ...of finding out who I am, I could I suppose tell the truth. My first lover was Sue's, my bestest ever friend father. I was always around her house or she would be around mine. I suppose you could say I was asking for it, and it would be true up to a point. I had these boobs and shapely legs and I didn't know if it all worked yet, you know attract a. One of the adventures I like most is.Me, my sis, mother and grand ma were sitting in hall and was talking about something. Of course, my sister was sitting beside me. Suddenly power went off. I was desperately waiting for a chance like that. Immediately I kept my hand in her top and grabbed her boobs (BTW I’m boob fetish). She let out a small moan which was not audible to others. I was talking like nothing was happening but my sister was on cloud nine. She came near my ear and whispering sexy. I didn't care who saw me. I didn't care what anyone thought. I had to get to the house and a little snow wasn't going to stop me.I could feel my body pumping, running, moving. The roads were slick, but not enough to make me go sliding past the turn. I got past the bridge, past the slow rise and saw a horrific sight, something no one should ever see.The house was ablaze. Smoke poured out of broken windows and flames reached for the sky.The fire truck had just stopped and the volunteer firemen. ...and we were both running towards the experience headfast with bodies filled with passion and desire. My cock never wavering in its hardness as I continue to drive, pressing against the clothing trapping it inside I have to adjust it so often on this arduously seemingly endless drive. But keeping me sane, and stopping me from taking myself in hand and release my need to cum, this need will be fulfilled when I arrive, and so many more times over the weekend. So I continue to drive, not abiding.