The bar was dark, the air was smoky — who would notice if I started stroking him?Jesse would. I looked up at him, waiting to hear whether he’d tak... up Paul’s challenge. Jesse hadn’t answered yet, he was watching me, not Paul. I raised my eyebrow and smirked a little in a silent reply of my own. Then I slowly took my hand out from under Paul’s shirt and slid it into his pocket. Paul’s laugh turned into a long groan and he yanked me in even closer until I was fully plastered against him. His. Circe, sorceress, witch. A voice so steeped in magical chant and ecstatic, holy praise that God Himself would have seduced her just to listen as she reached her climax. In lilting jazzy riffs of moans and little pattering breaths; in low, agonized releases, in snarling, animal howls she was a singer. Awaiting a man to sing to. Thinking of the man she awaited, often in the nights, her fingers would wind their way along her skin, over the slopes of her hips, to the center of her thighs; wet lips. Kyle started to since his little sis had discovered his hard on. In a panic, he grabbed a pillow, threw in ontop of his lap, and told Samantha that they needed to keep studying. Unfortunately for Kyle, this in no way distracted Samantha from the bulge in Kyles pants. So finally, Samantha asked what was in his pants. Kyle didnt know what to tell her. She was so innocent. How was he to explain to her about it? In an attempt to discourage her curiosity, he told her that since he was a boy, he was. From that day on-wards my perception towards my mom changed. Though I do love her very much but now my desire has increased sexually towards her. She is a conservative lady and always wears saris. She is very casual in her dressing and never used to wear a bra even at home or when she goes out. My daily routine from that day on-wards is to read a story every night and go to sleep. Every story gives me the confidence to explore my mom more. My dad also works in hard so he goes to sleep very fast.