The empty bottles of wine I cleaned up in the living room and the used condoms I found on the floor (one a week later when I had to pull it out of the...vacuum cleaner when it got sucked up from under the bed) showed me that indeed we had done it at least 3 times. But to this day I had no idea who it was.But I do know one thing. Shitting a few hours after I woke up, I knew he had taken my final cherry. And not used a condom when he did it. Not one I ever wanted to give up, but at least I had no. It was not only psychological, as she had once thought. It was physical. She could feel the throbbing – slight, but certainly there. And she knew what it was, and how to ‘fix’ it. One hundred years ago, it was called ‘female hysteria’, and cures included genital massage with a hand, water, or elecro-mechanical pelvic massager all performed by a doctor. It all ended, of course, with a ‘hysterical paroxysm’ – the almighty orgasm. Cumming. She needed to cum. She smile at her reflection in the. She looked over at me, knowing that she couldn't answer no, and took yet another dare. My younger cousin looked at Sarah, and asked if she could name the dare. I told her it was ok, and she dared Sarah to put her hand in her older sister's panties and give her a pussy rub. Sarah, was stunned, and looked around for support, and my older cousin protested, but it was going to happen, and they both knew it. Sarah asked if she could take her hand out of her panties to do it, we all agreed, and as. They talked softly while she stroked his dick and it wasnt long before she felt it growing. Oh my, she said. It looks like this is ready to go again. Harry chuckled. I think its more like youre ready to go again baby. She laughed. I am! Ive been fucked more tonight that I have in the past month and youve spoiled me. I want more! No more words were necessary. Harry pulled her closer and kissed her while his hands began a slow, steady search of her body. His fingers told him that her always.