“Go on, touch it” I urged. “Feel how wet I am” I felt a hand touch my ass- I could have sworn he was shaking. This made me smile. Eventually ...e rubbed it, and I heard him moan and felt his cock harden. “Ooh wow... I haven't felt anything like that in years...” He admired. As he grew braver, I felt his hand move nearer my pussy. I moaned in encouragement, desperate for him to feel how tight and wet I was. I felt his finger exploring the outside of my hot pussy, gently. “Finger fuck me” I. ”“I’m not a horndog,” Trent says angrily.“You sure drool over Christy enough,” she counters with a malicious grin. “I’m surprised you don’t need a towel to clean up all that drool.”Trent fights back the urge to say something else. It’s no use in arguing with his sister. They will just go on and on with no one winning the argument. Instead, he just watches her slip out the door. And with a huff, he mutters, “I’m not a horndog.”Once again, when Arlyne steps through the door to the school,. It took a moment to understand what was happening. I could feel my morning glory, but there was pressure around it and movement on it. Laura’s arse was moving back and forth, slow to start, but the pace was increasing. I had to stifle a laugh, being used as a sex toy was a first. She must have been in much the same condition as me; a lack of sex or even companionship, other than her sibling, for nearly a year. Add that to the mix of emotions we had gone through yesterday, top up with a little. The mood was a little subdued, though the team had won its third game in a row. “Jason, you should have been the first star of the game, not me. Kingston pressed hard in the third and you kept us in the game,” Brad acknowledged, patting his padded shoulder.He hurried to take a shower and dress. “Practice in the afternoon and video review,” Coach Stanton mentioned to the team.“I’d like to stay and talk guys, but I have to get to the hospital and see Pete,” Brad explained.“Brad, you are something.