I stretched over my chest of drawers to grab my phone and then rolled onto my back again before I answered. ‘Hey Al, how you doing?’ ‘Hey! I�...m OK, thanks. How was school?’ (Al had never called it college, and I didn’t bother correcting her–and besides, it was cute.) ‘It was OK. There was a fight in class today and I saw an accident on the freeway.’ I was kind of tired and so the usual excitement of such events was missing from my voice. ‘Are you OK? What happened?’ Suddenly she didn’t sound. It felt fuckin great! He reached over to his pants and pulled out a small bottle of KY jelly and lubed her pee hole and his finger. As he reached around to rub her clit, his finger slid right into her pee hole to the first knuckle. He kept slipping in and out, a bit more pressure each time.“Stop I gotta pee”, Ms Blevin said, she hated to stop, but this pee hole play made her need to go void, and she rushed to the toilet and peed. She came back and John, lubed her again, and as his finger. We were passing the O’Malley’s yard and I saw Connor’s golf cart sitting sideways on the drive next to the garage door. The answer to my prayers, I could drive my sister home, it would be faster, easier and I could bring the cart back the next day. I pulled Wendy up the drive, “Get in, we’re going to ride in style.” She didn’t even argue; Wendy plopped her limp, alcohol-soaked ass on the seat and sighed relief to get off her feet. The cart was an electric so it didn’t make any noise when I. We had always been friends, but got to be better friends, and spent much of our free time together (with or without other friends from our larger group of friends) going to movies, playing games, doing some outdoors stuff like tennis or putt-putt or bowling (this was before the Internet was huge – a LONG time ago!) We both liked porn, but were too nervous to watch it together, but would tacitly share our collections, and the communal television and VCR was in the living room. Often one of us.