"It's long, but not too long, and it's thick but not too thick. And I can feel your heartbeat when I hold it this way. Mmm, your pulse is a little bit...fast. Are you getting overheated about anything?" Cathy," he begged her, "don't. Go back to your own bed and go to sleep. Be good. Don't do something you might be sorry for later." What's to be sorry?" she wondered, kicking away the sheet that covered them. "Besides-you'll like it. I'm good. Ask Chris. I bet Gwen didn't tell you that she caught. Now this should be hard." She unzipped his pants and let his prick snap out like the opening of a switchblade knife. A quick grab and she had her warm hand circling around his prick. She stroked up and down a few times to get his blood racing.It worked. He almost creamed in her hand."Just lie back and let me do whatever I can to show you how it can be. Is that what you want?" Oh, yes! Yes, Sis, you don't know the years I've wanted you. Really wanted your body. To feel your cunt slipping down. His eyes stopped for a brief millisecond on her, then slid right past her and stopped on Peggy Campion. ‘Of course,’ Kaylee grumbled and tried to resume reading her novel, but it was pointless. Romance was dead, non-existent in Kaylee’s world. She was bone-thin, five feet, three inches, and weighed ninety-one pounds. Her bright carrot orange hair hung limply down to the back of her thighs, its limpness seeming to emphasize her too large ears, sharp nose, and over abundance of freckles. She was. "Oh, about that bad."Gwen gasped. "Oh my sweet Jesus." She blinked, and handed the picture back to Sophia. "Sophia, you are one of the most put-together young ladies I have ever met. Recovery to the degree that you seem to have is very, very rare. I hate to do the shrink thing"-Sophia just giggled-"but did you have therapy?" A little, but a few months after it ended, and I was well on the road to recovery by then." What happened?"Sophia smiled. "What happened? Warren Kelleher, champion.