To this day, visual images stimulate me especially if they require the use of my imagination. Calling Dr. Freud… OK, so this is kind of a story and... a quarter. More bang for the buck! Anywhos, I grew up in Southern California near the beaches. My parents had a place out in Palm Desert where they spent extensive time. This left my sister and I to fend for ourselves in our condo near the beach and no, this is not an incest story…sorry. Being left to our own devices, parties at our place were a. Gemma immediately swung over me and dived below the sheets. I pulled them clear - this I wanted to see.Slurp - lick - gulp, slurp - lick - gulp.Cleaning up after a male climax can be tiresome I've been told , ("Why do you always leave the wet patch on MY side of the bed?!) but little Gemma was doing a good job of cleaning up every last drop - from John's dick, then my stomach, finally gathering the cum on her chest and licking her fingers like a lollipop. (Popsicle, I think, for my overseas. She was very sweet and nice and gave me the very best she had. She didn’t look at all like the photographs we had of her back home. Aunt sheetal was a foxy woman, and after she taught me how to fix myself up a bit we looked so much alike that men often thought we were sisters sheetal lived in a nice house in a quiet suburban neighborhood and drove a fire-engine-red corvette.When i asked her how she could afford all of these nice things living by herself, she just smiled and didn’t say much. All. I'm alone. Brad's out of town. Hope you haven't forgot my phone number. I have to hang up before your tape runs out."Even though she had just got into her bath, Laura couldn't relax now. Quickly she got out and dried off, throwing on a bathrobe. Then she called Shavon, having kept her number but never used it until now for fear of getting 'Brad'."Laura? God, I'll bet you thought I'd dropped off the face of the planet."Even though Laura had missed her, she didn't want to confess that she had.