.. have some patience little sister!”“My best friend Brenda tells me that all boys 17 and 18 are always jacking off and all I really want to do is...watch you do it?”“If that’s all, why didn’t you knock on the door and ask me?”“What would you have said?” she asked sitting on the foot of my bed“Depends on how sincere you sounded,” I remarked. “Why don’t you try knocking every time rather than trying to catch me?”“Would you show me your dick?”“It’s not going to be that easy. You need to work on the. Her toes rubbed against my hand, and I pulled back with a start, banging my head against the desk. “Ooh!” I moaned. “What’s going on? Do you need some help?” she chirruped. “No. I know what I’m doing,” I said after a short hesitation. I reached out for her ankle and caressed it, at first shyly, then more confidently. She didn’t move, nor did she say anything, as if she wanted to encourage me. My hand moved up and started to massage her calf. I didn’t know what exactly I was about to do, but. Back at the house, the game wasn’t going nearly as well as the local supporters had hoped. The game watching had turned into as much talking and conspiring as watching the game. It was Harry that called for quiet. The patio door was open, allowing the night air to flow through the house, but also to allow the sounds of the night to come to them. When he heard something unusual outside, his first inclination was to consider a coyote, but that didn’t really sound right. That’s when he called for. Within seconds, she was all over me.She stripped out of her dress, and I pulled at her pink thong, stripping it down her legs. One good feel of her sloppily wet pussy told me she was already primed and ready to go. I opened the driver’s side door to my truck and toe-to-heel kicked off my shoes, then stripped out of my blue jeans and my underwear, as she positioned herself facing me, her spread legs dangling from the seat, awaiting my assault.I pushed my tool up to her pussy and worked it in a.