I was so glad that I had shaved my body that morning. I felt four sets of eyes glued to my smooth pussy. I could feel it respond with moisture. I made...two more revolutions before deciding to call it quits. I bent over to pick up my panties."Wait a minute," Bud said with a silly grin on his face. "Steve also said she had the best tasting pussy he had ever tasted in his life." There were nods all around."Hold it right there!" I said. "That wasn't part of the deal."Bud looked at me with puppy dog. I squealed and writhed, like a helpless animal.Rolling onto my knees, I planted my face in a pillow and reached beneath my body. I fondled my clit between my fingers, marvelling at its size and hardness. Warm juices drizzled down the back of my hand. I imagined him fucking me like this, vulnerable and open. I had no idea what that might feel like, but the thought brought me closer to the edge. I launched a muffled scream into a pillow, biting down on the dry cotton as my fingers traced an. However to me she was just my sister Beth and we mostly got along with only the occasional fight over the usual stuff like chores or borrowing the other’s things- which is how this all started. We were both into music but I was the one who put all my lawn mowing money into a stereo system allowing me to make tapes (yes, tapes) of just what I wanted. Since she and I like pretty much liked the same kind of music I often found my records or hand- made tapes missing always to be located in her. Then he assured her that if she had a problem or needed anything, he would personally take care of it and asked if she had any questions. Sherry had a question all right, but knew she would be keeping it to herself as she thanked Tommy for his wonderful presentation. Then, with a devilish sparkle in her eyes, said she would definitely let him know if she needed anything. Indeed, she was not dead yet!Tommy and his helpers waved from the truck as they pulled out, and Sherry waved back, then found.