She pulled my shorts off of my legs completely and threw them over by the shirt, wrapping her fingers around my shaft. Finally she rose up on her knee... and placed the head just under her entrance, rubbing me around her entrance and moaning as she did it. Finally, brushing the head against her clitoris, she moved it to her opening and lowered herself, taking the head inside and sliding down with that same agonizingly slow movement. Her eyes changed from any pink at all to pure, blood red as I. I had no girlfriends, never even had a date. I didn’t think of myself as gay but I knew that I was some sort of freak for wanting to wear Cara’s undergarments. I often thought if I just jerked off with her panties wrapped around my cock I’d be normal, “but no, you fucking idiot,” I thought to myself, “you need to slip into her panties and jerk off with your hand inside of the panties. And sometimes I would wear her panties all day and all night.There was a tap on my door, I looked up and it was. ” She started moving, writhing as if in pain. “Not again!” she wailed, tears rolling down her cheeks, her fingers clutched at the sheets as she arched her back. “It’s just getting worse!” My eyes were riveted on my sister’s body, she wasn’t lying and even she couldn’t fake this. I took a few tentative steps towards her and my nose confirmed that she wasn’t lying for two separate reasons. I could smell all those sex specific odors but something else caught my attention, something I had. I nicest dress I had was the one I brought was for Abbi’s wedding and my other nice dresses were day dresses for the pre-wedding events I was being forced to attend as one of the few bride’s relatives. As I was walking back to the hotel I passed a vintage shop that was displaying a tux in the window. Inspiration struck. I ran in and haggled the sales lady down to a reasonable price for the tux and silk napkin. I always had needles and thread with me, I never knew when I was going to pop a.