I. Joe "Heavy Duty". The doll came with considerableplastic firepower, but it was a doll nonetheless. Heavy Duty appearedto be an African-American d...oll, which Maggie considered a plus: Notonly would the doll display her family's liberal sentiments, but shealso hoped that its race might make it more difficult for daughter Blairto regard the male doll as her avatar. As for Kirk, she thought therewas little or no risk of his, at age thirteen, of bonding with any dollunless it was a life-sized. Ross had started to fuck his sister’s mouth with a steady rhythm, his cock taking but a few thrusts to get back to full strength. He alternated between looking at his sister’s bobbing head to the screen. Cathy and her mum were staring at the screen, watching Ross fuck the mouth rather savagely without actually pushing in so as to make the girl gag. Ross noticed that both females next door were masturbating by their body movement, and the soft moans coming from their mouths. Ross did cotton on. I didn’t look at my mother’s face, just in case Dad thought something was suspicious. I knew no one could see my hand moving under the table, but I wasn’t going to take any chances. I was still moving up when I felt her hand on mine; it wasn’t stopping me, it just guided my hand where she wanted it. I caressed the inside of her thigh slowly, under her guidance, and then moved towards her pussy. I felt her shiver as I touch her outer-lips, only slightly, but I definitely felt it. I nearly. "I had to stop. Your breasts against my back are making me insane." I smile a naughty little grin and swing my leg over the front of him so I am facing him. He grabs the back of my hair, forcibly but not painfully and tilts my head so he can plant a long, hard, deep kiss on my mouth. A moan escapes the most inner part of me in pleasure. We begin to kiss passionately and his hand is firmly in my hair, guiding my head to where he sees fit. His other hand begins to rub my pleasure spot and mine.