I was so angry at myself. I was angry at Ryan. I was angry at my sister. Soon the first tears ran over my face. I had checked him out before passing t...e door to my room. Our touch hadn't aroused him even a bit. So here I was: The stupid little sixteen-year-old girl desperately trying to gather some way-too-old man's attention. This was so poor, so pathetic. I was crying. Crying like a little child. This was so unfair! I looked into the mirror on the back of my door. I was shocked. I looked. "I told you I cum fast, which is good for me because I want you to cum on my face," she said. "But I also love the taste of my own pussy."Sheri then turned herself around so we were in a 69. She began making slurping noises and I could finally see her beautiful, shaved pussy dripping wet. I reached around her legs and pulled her pussy lips apart so I could lick them up and down. She tasted incredibly good so I tilted my neck up and plunged my tongue into her hole. It was very sweet. I then. I sat on the sofa and pulled her on my lap and was caressing her back with my right hand and with the left hand I caught her hand and started pressing it. I asked her if she had given the money to her parents to which she nodded and told her that I shall give her more if she meets my sexual hunger on regular basis. She did not say anything and suddenly I pulled her mouth near me and started kissing her lips and started licking her lips with my tongue. Initially she tried to move away but the. Afterwards we sat on their backyard porch, and Heather served brownies she made from scratch. I expected the conversation to turn to sex.It never did.At around 10:30 p.m. there was a natural lull. It seemed like I should get up and go home."Thank you both," I said. "This was one of the best evenings I've had in a long time." We'll walk you home," Evan said.They did. They each gave me a peck on the cheek and that was that.Kind of anticlimactic really.I had the weekend off.Monday, right before.