You know...the bedroom?" Again the question confused me. I had nothing to deal with in my bedroom! "Denise, do I have to spell it out for you? How are...you, you know, relieving pressure?" I finally caught on. "Oh! Gosh, I...um...oh!" I stammered. Nancy gave me a pitying look. "You should get yourself a vibrator. I have one for when Frank isn't around and it sure helps! But don't go for a cheap one! They are just nasty and stop working after a few uses." I was sure that by now I was blushing so. But there I was, the situation reversed, and I knew I damn sure wasn't going to show as much restraint as Dad had before!Shivering with excitement, I watched raptly for another minute as Dad ravenously devoured his pole, his spit running down it in rivers. Suddenly his head popped off with a sound like a cork coming out of a bottle, and I about jumped out of my skin and bolted out of the room like a scared rabbit, when Dad gasped deeply and desperately before plunging his mouth with abandon. This seemed to encourage Angela who worked her mouth up Nicky’s neck them to her lips as once again they kissed passionately.This seemed to be a signal to Caroline as Nicky sensed her climbing off the bed. She was too involved with Angela to see what was happening but within seconds Caroline was lying by her side and this time she was unmistakably naked.“About time too!” Angela exclaimed, having pulled away from Nicky. Nicky admired Caroline’s body, so different from her own and Angela’s. . Before she moved out on her own, we used to share a room. Once I started jerking off, and became aware of sex, I couldn't help but want to do my sister. She may have been four years older but she was as hot looking as any girl that my friends masturbated about in the men's magazines. I was usually able to control myself but sometimes it was very hard, especially when, every once in a while, she accidentally showed me her sprouting tits. When that happened I used to become rock-hard, but that.