I just lay back and watched to see how far she would go with it. Obviously pretty far since her fingers were soon lying across my hard on. Sissy was s...ill licking her voluptuous lips. I wanted it to be my lips on hers instead of her own tongue.“Ricky?” she whispered. “Can I take it out? I want to see it again.”I hesitated for just a moment before responding, “Of course, Sissy.”My sister was tugging at the waistband of my sweatpants. I lifted my ass to help her get my pants down to my knees. I. He told her that if she took some lessons and played regularly she could markedly improve on her score.One thing he enjoyed was just watching Carrie. Because of the warm weather her manner of dress changed from form fitting dresses to shorts, blouses or pullovers. Sometimes it was evident that she went braless. When she wore a tight tank top which showed prominently her nipple indentations he reacted by picking her up and carrying her over his shoulder to bed. While he was doing this he could. She had a twinkle in her eye, but I knew she was not joking. She intended to use up her two burns even if it meant I crushed her pussy lips a little in the process.“Does that thing hurt?” Courtney pointed at the pussy clamps biting into Buttercup’s twat. Her hood was sticking out like someone sticking their tongue out, and her pussy lips were bunched up.“Oh yes, Ma’am,” Buttercup smiled.“Do you like it?” Courtney asked.“No, Ma’am.” Buttercup said quite bluntly. “I am going to wear it, though.. “Hit the spacebar to stop the show,” she said.Betty had been right. Photo after photo showed close-up views of Matt’s erect cock. In many of them he was either holding a plastic ruler alongside the shaft, or a tape measure along the top.“I know what you’re thinking, Laura. It looks longer than it is because he’s pressing the ruler into his crotch.”I reached out and tapped the spacebar. In this particular photo Matt was holding a piece of paper next to his cock, a piece of paper with something.