“Why in hell would you want to see your sister’s tits?” she gasped.“Why the hell not?” I shot back. “You seem to be proud of them. I’ve ...een the way you dress.”She seemed to waver for a minute with that one. Good. Maybe she’s learning a lesson here.Finally, she spoke up. “As long as you don’t tell anyone.”“Why would I tell anyone,” I shrugged. “And who’d believe me anyway?”“Well, I guess,” she grumbled. “I mean...”“Come on, let me see.”Laurie turned to face me and lifted up her tank top and the. Her fingers had stopped their twitching, and she was writing. Bent over a bit over the table, head resting in her palmm she was mumbling to herself. Legs crossed, the sock had slid down a tiny bit, showing her white knee.Oh God.Too late to look away. That knee made his eyes wander. Up, up, her stomach, wich wasn't completely flat but had a tiny roll of fat from being bent over, forced him to bite down on his tounge. Perfect. Perfection, she would be soft in his arms, when he took her in his. We had fucked by our 2nd date and were doing it almost everyday like typical horny teenage rabbits. About a month or so into our dating, my man brought up the topic of a threesome. I was really against the idea, having only slept with 2 different guys at that point, my high school boyfriend and now my new one. I had no desire to be with a girl or any other man at that point. Especially since his first suggestion was that the threesome would be with his brother. Apparently they had already. He brings her arms around and uses her back to hold them snugly against the back of the chair. “Don’t move”, he sighs into her ear. She feels the softness of a silk ribbon being wrapped around her face, and then her eyes blocking out what little light there is left. She gasps as he fastens the ribbon behind her head, careful not to tangle her hair. Then he wraps her wrist and secures them to the back of the chair. The ribbons are tight but smooth, not constricting and even though she is secure,.