I grazed his lips, parting them, and slid myself inside, tasting him. He kissed back, but in a nice, passive kind of way, letting me lead. "I want t...o tell you something, okay?" I asked. "Okay," he said humbly. "I never could stand Vergil and Homer. Maybe it was that Fitzgerald guy's problem then." I slid my hand under his shirt, feeling his belly. It had just a little bit of pot to it, not shaky and formless, not all muscly either. I felt a flutter of tenderness. I smoothed my other hand up. “You’re a good girl, Alex. You took off your panties as I asked, and, to top it off, you’re freshly shaved. I like that.” “I… I, um I wasn’t sure what to expect so, I, ah went with it.” I stumbled over my words, like a blushing teen. “You did well, you please me. I expect great things from you, Alex.” I can’t help but love how he keeps using my name. The way he says it is so hot. I am trying to figure out his accent when he speaks. I can’t place it and it’s driving me crazy. It doesn’t even. I said that this was perfect and I could see her relax. Her fluids spurted up and down me as my fingers worked deeply in and out - each stroke sending her urine up onto my white shirt and down onto my suit.I pulled my fingers out and piss flowed from her. I knelt between her open legs and licked every last drop of Elaine's fluids. She tasted of pent-up sex. Her red painted fingernails worked her clit as I tasted her and I stood up jerkily as she did this - knowing that I needed to come now. I. I was still sitting at the table with Dahlia. "So hey, what did dad mean we he said no boys?" I asked. "Oh that, well it happened a few months ago, dad found me with a guy in my bed." "No way! how?" I asked again, in shock. "Well it was at night, he climbed up to my window, and I guess we were making to much noise."I was really getting turned on imagining my sister getting fucked so I continued asking questions. "So you're not a virgin anymore?!" "Well, no. How about you stud?" "No..did.