"Yeah, me too," Pat replied in agreement. "I've sort of always had a fantasy about that." Well it's not your turn to share yet," Carol reminded her. "...t least not until Cathy has finished retelling the story, then sharing her own with us first."By now, many of the women were quite openly caressing themselves, or touching themselves in semi-innocent little ways. Nothing that one would say or call openly masturbating as yet, but about as close to doing it as you could without really doing so.. Typical life.However... as far back as he could remember, his mother and eventually his little sister, had always been harsh on him... If his team won a game, his mother would laugh and tell him it was because he didn't play that much. If he passed a test, his sister would say "if only you weren't a fucking idiot, you would have gotten an A". This had happened every year for 24 years. The day had started like any other day. Jon had gotten up early and made breakfast for his sister, his mother. I withdrew dripping cum & watched the slimy substance spiral down onto your ass cheeks & thighs as I gathered My breath above you before I finally released you & gave you the freedom to move once again.You lay there for a long time, refusing to look at Me. I sat on the bed beside you & for a few moments, I thought that I'd gone too far & then you turned your tear stained variable eyes to Me & a faint smile creased your face & I bent down & kissed you. You responded & our tongues entwined like a. Anyway, I just couldn’t get my sister out of my mind. I wanted her so bad. You see, something happened, and I can’t get this thought out of my mind.It was the Fourth of July. It is a big event in our small town. What sucks is, we live out in the country, and our mom didn’t allow either of us to get our licenses until we were 18. Which makes ‘having a life’ a little difficult for me, at least. My sister never seemed to have problems getting rides from her friends and such.Our mom and Dad got.