I shook my head and returned to the living room. After all, a mom should let her son have his privacy.“What time is dinner, Fran?”I covered the mi...rophone with a finger and called out. “Jerry! Is Caroline staying for dinner?”“Um.” His voice barely reached me. “I’ll ask.” Silence. “Yeah, she says she’d like that.”“There won’t be much.” I had rescued the household cooking.“I already warned her.” He sounded dejected.I removed my finger and spoke into the phone. “You’ll have an audience.”“I don’t. I crawled across the floor to my sister, pussy juices and piss dripping off my face and chin. I stared up at her, trembling. Cream flooded down my thighs. I needed to cum so badly. I knelt before her, staring up at my little sister.“You did good today,” she said in Spanish once the last girl left. “But you'll need to do more pussy licking after classes.”“Yes, Mistress,” I moaned.She seized my hair, hauling me to my feet. Her hand went beneath my skirt. Slim fingers rubbed at my pussy. She found. I had a little trouble in high school, but never any arrests. If I took out a girl and she tried to push my hand off her tit, I would just shove her hand out of the way and keep on going. When I wanted to fuck, there was no such word as "no" allowed in the conversation. Sure, it was date rape, but it wasn't stranger rape, and only one of the girls ever reported me. And if I ever got one back to the house, to see my etchings, so to speak, she was there until I was all fucked out.About a year. ”“I thought Janie was exaggerating about how good it was, and then Will did that... thing with his fingers… I thought that was as good as it could get,” Belita shook her head. She was holding herself up on her elbows. She didn’t remember getting into that position. “Ye… That was even better.”“You helped me. I wanted to show you my appreciation.” Bella tucked her hair behind one of her ears and smiled. She slowly withdrew Rocky and killed the buzzing. Belita finally completely relaxed. She felt.