Before I even had time to scold her, she began to rub it up and down, I was speechless. I knew that this kind of stuff felt good, but with your twelve...year old little sister, for some reason, it felt even better. Zeke, what does it feel like? Kiki, I moaned in ecstasy, you really should NOT be doing this. She said nothing, and continued on rubbing. After about 10 minutes of complete perfection, she started to ease off my shorts, and even though I knew that it was 100% wrong, I let her do it.. My fingers itch with excitement as I tear back the neatly folded edges, and I have to strain to read the words in the classroom’s dim lighting: "Come to room 152."My heart starts beating faster and I can feel my cock straining against the crotch of my jeans. I lick my lips nervously as I look around the dark classroom, but I’m assured of the anonymity of your sultry passing by the bowed heads of snoozing students, Mr. Feinsteder’s monotonous drone having lulled them all to sleep a long time. Three years passed and I had started a new life. I had moved to the mountain town of Telluride, joined the fire department as one of 3 EMTs, and even started a social life. I definitely did not want to settle down, but the snow bunnies were always ready for a good time, even if it was just dinner or drinks. Something more happened often enough to keep me satisfied.Then came the day that the local group found out that I had been in Search and Rescue. I was talking to another of the EMTs about a. The way you move. The way you smile as you interact with those around you. As I watch in awe, I notice something intriguing. Your nipples are fully erect, pressing against the thin fabric of your little tank. I don't know what you are reading, but it must be something good. Your hand turns the page and then, as if it had a mind of it's own, it goes to your breast. You begin to rub your erect nipple through your shirt. Rolling it between your thumb and forefinger. Your eyes close, for just a.