I lean forward and take my shirt off, and she moves on to kiss my chest. She loves to kiss her way down my body. I'm a tall, athletic, thin guy, and t...ere's a lot of me to kiss. As she works down my chest and over my abs, I feel her fingers undo my belt, then work my zipper down. My fingers are in her hair; it's short, so sexy and cute, and she loves when I run my hands through it and down the back of her neck. I'm enjoying her taking the lead. She begins to coo, then does something I'm not. 'You know sometimes it may not seem like it little brother but there are some genuinely nice people in the world, and the older guys are two of the nicest. As for the young one he's simply reserving judgement on your bowling. If you produce the goods nothing else will concern him.''And I will?''Really Winston what do you take me for? Bowling is just an excuse, a means to impress. I mean you won't even have the opportunity to complete any of the seasons.''Impress who?''I wasn't going to tell you. She was lying on her back and her nightie was up round her waist, legs slightly spread. My hand went straight to her pussy, again very discretely as if I was just moving in my sleep. It was not long after me and my sister had moved on from just touching and licking. Now I was fingering her pussy and we had figured out the wonders of the clit together. I was starting to learn how to pleasure a pussy properly. To start with my hand was just resting on mums pussy but soon enough I was rubbing my. “Nope; when it’s that hard you could bite it and it wouldn’t hurt,” I replied, suggestively. She was content with stroking it lightly for just a minute or so, and then she put both hands around it, one fist on top of the other. While the bottom hand stroked up and down, the fist on top twisted around the head of my cock. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” I groaned. “I’ve never done this before but I’ve always wanted to see how it felt. Do you want to come on my tits or.