Tracy is two years older than me, an all American girl, tall, slim, long brown hair with long legs and a Miss America build. I had always known that T...acy was not like me. Tracy is smart and beautiful but weak.I was laid in bed and thinking what Tracy would look like naked in bed with me, a wonderful fantasy. It came to me with a rush her life would be horrible, she'd marry a loser that beat her and either end up driven insane by her husbands abuse or murdered by him. I could even see a. I’m getting hard just thinking about it. Three o’clock needs to come faster before I do! And thank the Lord, I am pulling up to the Markley’s plantation home at this very moment. Caylie’s sitting on the porch steps with Kristina. Both of them looking hotter than the Alabama sun in the middle of August. When Caylie spotted me, those gorgeous green eyes lit up like I’ve never seen before.. Oh yeah, I think it’s going down today. ::Caylie’s POV:: My baby sister just graduated, and now the boy who. The woman looked in my direction, puzzlement written across her face. Her eyes had not adjusted yet to the dim lighting. Hesitantly she walked in my direction. She was almost upon me when recognition came to her face."Steve? Oh my God, Steve, ' she said. We rushed forward and embraced each other. I held her at arms length and looked her over from head to toe. The woman facing me was no longer the somewhat awkward but still pretty teenager I remembered. She had cut her hair. It was only chin. She tongued the head and moved down the shaft as she licked leaving a wet trail.Her eyes met mine and she closed on my lips, her wet lips, the lips which had just caressed his cock were now sliding across mine as her tongue again snaked into my mouth. She took my hand in hers and lifted it until it was wrapped around his cock. She then moved my hand back and forth as I felt the soft skin of another man's penis for the first time.Slowly she brought my head down until it was inches from the hard.