To endure the agony of not knowing, Am I prepared. My hands would be the instruments of your undressing. Would we kiss? We may kiss. Would the senses ...e have in our mouths find enjoyment Yes, we would taste each other at last? Would we enjoy the subtle mixing of our labored breathing? Would we enjoy the warm, wet lust that fills each of our mouths? Would we permitted our lips to part, encouraging, although would both our tongues know of these secrets already? Could we surviving the agony of. Do you understand?” … you move your mouth to say “yes” but I put my finger on your lips and you stop, and you nod your head in comprehension. I touch my finger to your tongue and trace your lips and feel your breath change … you’re eager and I can already feel it in your breath. When I look down at your cock it is swollen and slightly wet at the tip … I smile because I know you want me and I love that you can’t have me yet …I use that same finger and run it down your neck and then I trace your. My older sister was far more accommodating and would let me help myself to her underwear, but she is away at university. My younger sister is just out of school knickers and into fancier underwear and far more private. The last time she caught me in her room I had her dark green knickers on, she told me to get them off and get out of her room. I did as she said, but I know she saw my cock, as I walked out she let her hand brush my arm. I went back to my room and sat on the bed, a minute later. Carol loved having her nipples toyed, pulled, pinched, and sucked – she’s literally had orgasms by nipple stimulation only. So as I played with her nipples the inner slut would take over and she would start playing with her pussy.I wouldn’t blame anyone for thinking that she was really awake and just playing along cause on many occasions I thought so too. But she really was asleep which made it so much more erotic….plus she would never masturbate for me, no matter how many times I’d ask, beg.