I backed off again in embarrassment that my own sister would turn me on to the extent it just did. I quickly stood back by my door just as hers opened..."Finally" I said as a cover, as she emerged.That's how it all started. I remember from then on, any time she dressed or undressed, whether to shower, swim, get ready for bed or even once in a while to dress for college in the morning, I was tempted to check her door. It became almost Pavlovian: she would head for somewhere to change and I would. I felt Roberta shiver as Bronwen's finger hit Roberta's sweet spot. Although I was spent, all this action was stirring my loins and making me hot, my erection struggling its way back up as the two women began to peak again, the three of us now a mass of molten jello, shaking and humping and thrusting every which way until I felt drums resounding in Roberta's chest, she grabbed my head mashing her mouth onto mine for an excruciating moment, then releasing."Oh, God!" she cried, her eyes rolling. Tommy's over-sensitive young body was becoming increasingly vulnerable to their sexual ministrations. Ever since he had left the bar and entered their home, both men had done their best to maneuver the young college twink further into agreeing to his predicament. Keeping him buzzed and light touches were taking its toll on Tommy's will-power. Tommy went out tonight but hadn't realized that a quick beer at that waterfront dive bar could lead to him losing his ass-cherry. He had heard it was a. The thought was, by increasing the rate of energy use, it improve the chance of the sperm making it to the egg. No dice there either, since there isn't enough energy in the sperm cell to maintain high speed for any length of time. Increasing the energy merely increased the size and added all of the attendant problems I had already seen.It was then that I had an epiphany. It wasn't a problem with my sperm, merely the method of the sperm getting there! I mean, you don't force a guy to run a.