It's one of the hardest physical things I've ever done.I finally gave up on trying to lift my sister off my lap. I was able to push her up on her feet...enough so I could get up, then pick her up and take her over to the bed. She didn't move the whole time.I laid her on her stomach. Her beautiful butt had angry red marks all over it where I'd gone overboard with the ruler. I'd fucked up again.I removed the bottle of lotion from my back pocket and poured some in my hand. The lotion was warm after. He hadn’t been able to get in touch with Cynthia or Cal the night before, and he thought they were somewhere getting it on. This was my dream opening.I said, “Carl, I can assure you Cal wasn’t with Cynthia last night. We went out drinking together.”He said, “Yeah, but after the bar closed.”I said, “No, Carl. We were together all night.”He didn’t seem to be listening. He said, “But they could have…”I interrupted him and said, “Carl, Cal was with me. Do you understand? With me. We were together…. In one of these seats I sit. I am alone in the darkness of a side street porn theatre, devoid of underwear, so naked under my skant clothing, I feel the trickle of my sweat, running between my breasts, down my tummy, casading little rivulets of sweat, running across my clitoris and further down between my partially open thighs, culminating to help moisten, the sperm encrusted seat cover, that supports my nude buttocks, and vaginal opening.The cinema has a dozen heads dotted around, and each. Sometimes when Aksha and I used to fuck she used to tell me that I should be fucking other girls too. Whenever I made her take names she would mostly take her roommates names, as she had seen how I would stare at them with lascivious looks. That would get me even more excited and I would fuck her harder and faster. I guess she just wanted the fucking, not really worried that I was imagining her roommates while doing that. It was Alisha’s birthday during our winter semester break so Aksha and.