Sherrie just sat there looking at the stories on the page. Then she looked back at me.“Have you been to this site before?” she asked.“No” I re...lied.She looked at me quizzically.“I mean, I’ve been to porn sites before, but not stories”.“I found this site a few weeks ago. Some of the stories are lame, but there are a few that are really hot” she continued.Just listening to my sister describe a sex story has “hot” made my head spin.“Here, let’s read this one.” she pointed to one of the stories on. With her breasts now bare she held them in her hands and turned back to face the mirror. By now she could feel the moisture between her thighs and she felt so wicked she couldn’t quite believe her own fast growing passion. Staring straight at the mirror, she first dropped her left hand and then her right hand from her large rounded breasts. Holding her arms out she waved them dancing and swaying to the music.“Well, well” said the voice in the mirror “Aren’t we a horny one? They’ve always said I. Now…pull over that chair, remove your underwear and sit down. I want to see what you find so stimulating about that body of yours.”I watched you, secretly enjoying your discomfort, as you remained standing still in the center of the office, staring at the floor, your cheeks burning red.“Good God child! Must I do everything for you?”I stood up, my erection sore and obvious beneath my trousers and came around to the front of the desk. I dragged over a low armchair and placed it next to you.“Lift. She was twenty five; we often played golf or skied with her. I do notbelieve Paul knew the effect he had on her, or if he knew, he never acted onit. Me, on the other hand, I knew. It was obvious to me that the orientalbeauty was besotted with Paul. She was always respectful, always polite andproper, but I could not fail to detect her blushing, her breathing becomingfaster when he approached her. If he talked to her, and touched her arm, shealways would seek support from the back of a chair,.