She moaned again as I moved my hands higher up her thighs. I slipped one hand between her thighs and had one on the outside as I ran my hands up close... to her triangle. She parted her legs just slightly and scooted down toward my hand. The edge of my index finger brushed her pussy lips, now puffy and almost visible under her tiny bikini bottoms. And just as soon as I began to realize what had happened, she began to roll over on her stomach. “Will you do my back too?” she asked. “Sure” I. Now he was in control again. Chris ran the head of his cock over her lips making her thrust to try and get him to enter that after the fourth attempt he thrust it fully in as he grabbed her legs and opened them wild going as deep as he could. He loved to hold her legs like that and slowly pump into her and watching them work together, like a perfectly oiled machine. Charlotte could feel the pressure building up with each thrust as her muscles slowly tightened around his cock. She knew he could. I laughed and agreed. She had me take off my pants but leave my underwear on and my shirt. She then secured each of my ankles to the front feet of the couch, with my legs fairly well spread apart. Then she strapped my wrists so that my arms ran along the back of her couch to the back legs of the couch. Her choice of movies was a DVD of a huge titted blonde woman (yes, there was more than a little resemblance to my devilish sister) stripping down and giving a blow job and tit fuck to this. That's when I graduated into being a teenage CDphone sex slut, actually telling men how badly I wanted their cocks in myholes. Some men told me to get various objects to stick in my ass, whichI was curious about and so I was happy to oblige. I had moisturizer thatI used as lube, and I would insert my hairbrush handle (ribbed, for mypleasure), my electric toothbrush handle (homemade vibrator!), and evenmy mother's curling iron (long and hard, as Becky grew to love!). At thispoint in my life I.