She always needed my thick solid hurting cock penetrate her; she needed to feel my warm torso pressing against her cunt. She missed my lips on her, ki...sing her, tasting her, biting her and loving her as much as she loved me. It could never be enough. She needed me, she always needed me. She needed to feel my stiff, thick cock penetrating her. She needed to feel my warm muscled torso pressed against her pussy. She needed my lips to awake her sex, kiss her like nobody ever could kiss her, tasting. “I’m not your girlfriend, remember, I’m your s!ster.” She at least had enough sense to say it so Pete was the only one who could hear. “Nobody here knows that unless you tell them.” Cassie didn’t say anything more, didn’t try to pull away. Pete took a bigger chance. As the next song started up, he slid one hand under the bottom of Cassie’s tank top, let his fingers graze over her belly. She twitched a little, her butt moved back against him. Pete bit his lip, concentrated on the music, anything. " Wanna feel it Nora? It's good and hard, I'm really feeling horny this morning. Kay won't let me jack-off any more, she wants all my cum for herself. It's been four days, so, I'm like a flagpole, huh?"I nodded, then he took a few steps toward me, saying, "Go ahead. You haven't seen a real one, right? Go ahead and play with it. It likes girls to play with it," a grin spreading across his face as my hand went up to touch it.It jumped, it really jumped when my fingertip touched the end."Go ahead,. She was gone maybe five minutes then I looked up, across the top of a car when they came back into the room. The sun was low behind them so what I saw was their silhouettes as they came toward me. With a shock of recognition, the dream from the night before slammed back into my head. The outline of Yvette’s body with the sun behind her was the same as the one in my dream. In that instant, my dream woman had a face. My wife’s best friend, our neighbor, my co-worker. My heart slammed.