I could put it back together, but it would be smaller, more delicate, imperfect.”“I know. Just work on it with her.”I heard footsteps upstairs a...d told her I’d think about it, but had to go.Mom came downstairs a moment later, her eyes full of fire. “How DARE You do that to your sister!” she raged, incensed.I went to the fridge and poured myself a glass of milk instead of answering her. I closed the door and took a drink while I considered my answer.“What exactly did I do to my sister?” I asked. Com countless times already. I got incredibly hot every time I dreamed myself of this teen model. Sometimes this model envied. Sometimes admired her great sex performance.... but I was also as often as I looked at this clip was completely clear that no one would understand my thoughts about it. Not even my friend Sascha. After all, I also thought that this teen model was a bitch ... but I admired and envied her ... no, ... I wish I was her!But that will never happen ... no, that must never. ‘Well, you’re right. He’s as nice as they come. But so is your Mom.’ ‘Yeah, she’s great.’ ‘He’s patient and it’s hard to get him angry. But what I like best is the way he makes me feel about myself. He treats me like I’m a so much better person than I think I am. ‘Sometimes I think I don’t deserve it, but he doesn’t agree.’ ‘I think you do love him. I heard something special in your voice when you said that about him.’ I laughed. ‘You could be right. It would sound special because he is. Just play it cool! I’ll let you know as soon as I figure something out!”My heart leapt for joy, as I gave a massive grin. I fondled her boobs, as she bent to kiss me on the lips. I got a faint taste of my cum for the first time. She quickly skipped out of my room. As she stepped out of my doorway, she again cocked her ear. Then she glanced back at me, lifted her skirt to show me a glimpse of her yellow panties, grinned and closed the door.I immediately had another hard on, which I now played.