”“And what, they’re all sluts?”“Most.”“What is wrong with you?”“Don’t you want to know what you are?” She asks, ignoring my ques...ion.“No,” I say in almost a whisper. I don’t need her to tell me. I know already. I’m the girl everyone overlooks. I’m the background. Even Carl, my boyfriend, took years to finally notice me. We were close friends until he finally figured out I had tits he could look at and we become more than friends until we become boyfriend and girlfriend. Even now, our sex is. I taste her clit. It's as slick and tasty as a peach. "I need to go baby," she says. I push her away so she can see my face. Then I dip my fingers inside her and swirl them around while I mouth: Don't hang up. She gives me an angry look. I give my fingers another good loop and then pull them out and suck them clean. I mouth again: Don't hang up. I dip them back into her soaked pussy and make circles. She puts the phone to her chest and moans gratefully. She looks at me and nods.. ..It was Christmas Eve.I was giddy with excitement; I was nervous as hell.I'd tried on the strap-on cock a few times and felt a rush at just seeing a cock poking out in front of me. I tried each cock, from the small, thin beginner weenie to the super cock and took selfies. I also put batteries in the vibrator one and tried it out, actually getting myself off with it. I had to agree with the saleswoman, this was definitely not something for a first time pegging! I would never be able to focus on. “Well, why not? I mean we're family and we've seen each other naked numerous times, so why not?” Amanda asked. Brian seemed to think she made sense. “Sure, I'm game if you two are,” Brian replied. “If you two wanna play, I'll play strip poker with you,” I said. “OK, how about we each play with 5 items of clothing?” Brian asked. Everyone exchanged looks and nodded. “Hell yeah,” Amanda replied. Then we all made sure we just had 5 items of clothing on and sat down at the table. I had my shirt,.