As soon as I got a few fingers under the waist band in her front, she pulled away. I looked in lust and disappointment as she pulled her legs together...getting off my crotch and sat back. I laid there not knowing whether it was a bad move or not. I looked down at my boxer shorts and saw my hardon sticking out the top, covered in precum. Surely my sister must have gotten some on her fingers I thought. I was worried if this was the last contact of the kind we’d have that night. We were just. And such was the situation on the eve of Jenna’s eighteenth birthday. There was still a few months to go in that regard, but once achieved, Jenna and I would be having a sit down. Oh yeah!“So did any of them come down to greet you?” I said. I was referring to the fact that Madeleine had just returned from dropping Jenna at the house, their house. Yes, Jenna had her license and her car, but it was in the shop for servicing. And, with us living so close, barely two miles, from the cheaters, it. You don't wear a bra?" She giggled and said, "My ladies are plenty firm and I just hate the cooped up feeling of a bra, so I just wear a sweater so no one sees my nipples all day." "That is a shame, because they are glorious." and they were. She had small nipples that stuck out like pencil erasers. I reached out and brushed one with my hand, but I could not feel it with my fingertips. Just the sight of them had me cumming quickly. I thanked her and she smiled and said, "No problem Sweetie." She. Oh my god. I’ve never cum so hard in my life. Britt you are such an evil person and I fuckin love it. Thank you so much for this. Thank you.” With my smile, it conveyed a subtle, “You’re welcome.” Once again he cleaned my feet up and when we were all dressed, we began to talk. He told me more about his life and I shared mine. He was really disappointed that he didn’t have a girlfriend and had never had intercourse. “I’m now in my thirties and I’m getting concerned it may never happen for me..