When she did have sex with someone, she made sure she got what she wanted out of it first.I paused my perusing of her memories when Sheila clamped her...hands on top of mine, pinning them to her breasts. She made more chipmunk noises, and rolled her hips up at my face.I wanted to know how I was doing. The sooner I finished, the sooner I could kick her out. I imagined a scoreboard floating over her. It reminded me of the one at the end of the football field. One of the many different attributes. I think she came at least two more times but am not sure. The only thing that stopped us was the sound of the stool flushing - my cousin had awoken and went to the bathroom. What he did or did not see I don't know. But that ended it - for now! Even though she professed how wrong it was, she obviously really liked it, really got a thrill out of it. I may write about the other two times we did it later on.But, this time is not over yet! After I came again I rolled off her and lay beside her, both. Suddenly the reality crashed down on me. I was alone in bed without Abigail and she would never be in bed with me again.Where was Amelia? As the panic from the dream subsided, I remembered we were at my parent's house and she was sleeping with Taylor. Jack, of course, was there too.It was early Christmas morning. Disconsolate and alone, I pulled the blankets back up from where I had tossed them in my futile efforts to find Abigail and lay there wracked by the awful pain of loss, saying. We stood quietly about eight feet away watching as he pleasured himself he was certainly in no hurry to shoot his load, his eyes were closed no doubt imagining the girl he was fucking.I had moved behind Anne and had slowly undone her blouse so I could play with her tits she was pushing herself against me no doubt she was imagining that cock slipping inside her her vagina at the moment undoubtedly very moist. The young guy at that moment chose to open his eyes and looked in our direction, I.