But at night I found myself wanting my step sister to come back into my room. I would lay there in bed and wait and wait and see would never come back... After a few nights of her not coming into my room, I started to think she maybe regretted what had happened and it was over. About a week went by when one night she came back into my room. I was sound asleep, and having an amazing dream. I was dreaming my step sister was sucking my hard dick. I could see her there on my bed with her head. Next she turned to him and ran her tits over his face still rotatng her hips. She rubbed a nipple over his lips but not in his mouth. She rubbed her nipples over his nipples watching his cock jump at that move. She rubbed the nipples down to his bellybutton and inserted one in it. This erotic move made him moan and his cock showed signs of cum. She then rubbed her ass over his cock feeling how hard it had become. Next she put a leg on his shoulder putting her pussy only inches from his face. He. I wonder how Dawn would look in my bedroom, wearing nothing but a dog leash, she mused. Probably really, really hot.Some other classmates approached Emily, murmuring awkward congratulations, some shaking her hand, a few offering hugs ... mostly guys, who seemed quite eager to press themselves up against Emily's chest. Emily didn't mind. Tits are for playing with, that's what Jack says, she thought rather happily. She also received excited, babbling congratulations – ohmigodohmigodOHMIGOD, isn't. Hard enough to trust this centrifugal maelstrom of feelings and emotions. This constant arousal, this aching lust. Electric currents jab at her. They make her skin ripple, her spine arch.There always is the hunger, the need to taste the white slimy cream. To swallow it and paint her face with it. To feel it spurt over her tits and belly. The scent of it, the taste.There is the craving need to quench the fire in the central void of her being. There are the gaping throats of her flesh. She wants.