The thought makes my already drained cock twitch again. It still remains semi hard and shows no sign of softening.I pick up a hand towel and wipe my h...nds and the rest off my thick sticky load off me. Feeling a bit relieved I go into the bathroom to relieve myself and take a shower. I change my mind and don’t shower. I want you to smell my need and desire for you on me when I go downstairs for my tea.I exit the bathroom after just relieving myself and pull on a pair of shorts. I walk down the. That's why I had to be so protective. I hope you understand." Not to worry. That's one of the first things I noticed about her. She has this streak of rebellion ... no, that's too strong. Nonconformity? Not afraid to go her own way." You're telling me! She's never gotten into serious trouble, but she can be a handful."It was then that the women returned. They, too, were nude. Kay was an older version of Cindy, with the same coloring and hair, but with slightly sagging boobs that looked like. "I've always admired Traci. She was a role model in school, keeping her grades way up and always good to everyone. When she started to develop boobs, I was at the age where I'd just figured out what the differences between boys and girls really meant, and I looked at my sister as the ideal girl, what a girl should look like."I developed into quite a voyeur during that time. I'd always try and catch her naked or just in a bra and panties. That would give me enough material to jerk off to for a. Her grip on my hair tightened as she pulled me in tighter."Oh God...! Fuck...! Shit...! Cumminnggg!" she wailed as I tasted a fresh batch of girl cum flood over my tongue and pour down my throat.She clutched at her pussy as she rolled off my face, still in the throes of orgasm. I watched as her breasts blushed and heaved as she came down. "Oh, fuck was that good!" she panted, "Want to do it again? I promise to make it worth your while." She rolled back over, dangling her pert pointed breasts at.