A history degree, to be frank, is as worthless as the proverbial tits on a boar hog.Another semester in college was enough to earn a criminal justice ...egree and a job in the police force in an affluent town 50 miles from home. I lasted a couple of years listening to the complaints of snotty rich bitches and their upwardly mobile husbands, but it was long enough to earn the enmity of my parents and sisters forever.I fell in love – at least in serious lust – with a teacher's aide during my two. Westopped the boat, hoisted her aboard, and all wonderedwhat would happen next. The vest came off right away and I could see from thelooks in those four eyes feasting on her breasts forthe first time that they were in no way disappointed.Her breasts are not large (34c) but they are perfectlittle mounds tipped by as pretty and pink nipples asyou will ever see. I knew that the tension was rising fast, and it wasreally my call to make whether or not things wouldprogress past this point. I got a. Kristy ran her hands over her full breasts, massaging them roughly, her hands squeezing firmly the delicate flesh, stopping every few minutes to pinch and roll her nipples between her forefingers and thumbs. She arched her back up, her eyes closed, licking her lips as she stimulated her beautiful breasts. She was clearly enjoying herself immensely. And my heart was beating like crazy to see my own sister playing with herself in such a sexy way.I bit my lip, trying to keep silent as I watched,. “Nuh... Oh, fuck,” I whimpered as I held onto his shoulders to stay upright.“Jeez, girl,” George chuckled in a teasing tone as he fingered my wet pussy. “You are horny, aren't you?”“Uh-huh,” I sighed as another jolt of pleasure hit me. “Damn! Let's go.”I led him to my bedroom.“Now, I don't have any cond... Hey!” I yelled as George picked me up and put me on my knees on my bed. I giggled though. I like it a little rough. George forced my legs apart and I felt my panties being jerked aside and.