It seemed so vivid and real. When I woke up the next morning, it was obvious that it wasn’t a dream. Karin had come to me during the night and made ...ove with me, as if she were Birgit.”“Strange doesn’t even begin to describe that! She sounds like she might be mentally ill!”“As strange as it seems, I don’t think so. For Karin, it was the chance to do something for her sister that her sister could never do — make love to me one last time, in her bed. I never told you that on the day Birgit died,. Josephine knew more than Charlotte of the intensity of Susan’s passion, as she was in the position of Susan’s confidante. She knew that Susan always fantasised about making love with Charlotte whilst making love with other people. She knew that Susan claimed to have never truly loved anyone else before. This was why previously she could only make love to an audience, as a way of exciting her libido through exhibitionism. She knew that Susan religiously spent half an hour to an hour each day. He left my dress around mid-arms and his lips began searing kisses on my neck and collarbone, causing me to audibly gasp this time. I eased my arms from the dress and pushed it aside, sliding my fingertips down to his tie, undoing that and sending it with the dress onto the floor. Slowly, each button came undone. I pushed the shirt away from his body, caressing his strong arms. I left it on his arms and ran my fingertips down his chest. I loved touching his body, it made me feel like I was. We parked at the car park and she slipped her hand down my jeans and started Playing with my shaft. I ment to let out a protest but I couldent stop myself getting a hardon. Now let me explain something, I was 15 at the time and I was not fully grown yet so my cock was only 5.4 inches at full mast. We sat their as she played with my cock for what felt like forever. I had my head back in pleasure untill I felt extreme pleasure as wetness surrounded my cock I looked down to see my mom with my cock.