I mean you're so talented with music, your friendly, and you're god damn sexy!" I was taken back. My baby sister saying I'm sexy?! "I'm sorry bro. Tha... must've been weird... Can I confess something?" She asked. I swallowed and said sure. "Well, our rooms our connected so I see you a lot. And I'm glad for but, my confession is... I've watched you jack off." I gasped. I felt my cheeks blush and surprisingly, turned on. My little sis watching me jack myself. Hopefully she hadn't heard me moan her. I dreamed of the past; I dreamed of my mother. She had been a wonderful woman, deserving of more than the hard life she had. How had she linked up with my father? I had never really known, and the dream did nothing to tell me. In the dream, my mother was back at her old job at the coffee shop. She was wearing that terrible pink waitress dress seen in half the coffee shops in the country. I was there, too, on one of the stools, drinking coffee and watching her work. She looked tired,. Suddenly she sees a hiker emerge from the thick woods and stop at a clearing not far from her camp. Quickly she covers her bare breasts with her arms and then realizes that she is well hidden from the hiker's view by the dense foliage around her. Silently she watches him as he unstraps his backpack and leans it against a withered tree stump. Her eyes follow him as he walks to the edge of the brook, bends over, splashes water on his face and cupping his hands drinks from the stream. She notices. “All I want is to give you a night of pleasure.”Padma felt paralyzed. But she knew it was out of pleasure, not fear. Aalia had by now climbed alongside Padma on the bed and was frenching her nipples frantically while her hand sought–and found–Padma’s cooperating pussy. Little beads of sweat began to form on Padma’s brow.“Oh Aalia,” she moaned, “I’ve never done this before!”Aalia remained silent but for the wet, smacking sound her lips made when they smothered Padma’s quivering pussy with.