So good, I hardly noticed his hand on my inner thigh. Hardly. Like I said, I was drunk, but from there on out, my memories become more clear. Like ...he fact that my dick was hard, and he hadn't even moved his hand to it yet. And I remember my hand, somehow, had already found his crotch and was gently squeezing his bulge. It wasn't long, maybe a squeeze or two from me, before his hand was returning the favor. And that's when the tiny little voice of reason shrieked.I broke off the kiss, and. She was already horny and wanted a good fuck.So we started kissing like there was no tomorrow. And I slowly slipped my hand towards her sexy ass and started squeezing them hard. We continued kissing during it all and was using our tongues. I got really horny with all the kissing. I just flipped her with her back facing to me.My hands went to her breasts and started squeezing them like there is no tomorrow. All the while I was kissing her shoulders and she was getting hornier. I started kissing. I suddenly found it hard to breath as I looked over at mom. She seemed very interested in the movie. When her hand started to slowly stroke me I laid back against the back of the couch as much as I could. What ever was going to happen I could nor would i stop it. My older sister pulled down on one side as my younger sister pulled down on the other. I lifted my hips and felt the shorts slide down to my hips. My little sister started kissing up and down my swollen cock. I felt. A tiny smile."How does that feel?" he asks.How do you think it feels?And then, a dozen steps, past a booth, a table. Another couple.Do I hear a mutter: faggot? Why am I shaking, why am I walking just alittle faster? Did I hear? Or did I simply fear?Don't worry, there's the door. Heels beat a tattoo on the tile. Heartbeats another in my chest. Slow down. One foot before the other, wigglea little, what the hell. Who cares what they said, if they said it,safe here, car door slammed shut.A ride. A.