She let her hand trail down, sliding over her sister's, before reaching the top of my cock.The touch was amazing. It was just a hand on my dick, but i... was exhilarating in so many ways.As she got closer to me, it was harder to keep caressing her tits, so I hugged her close and let my hands drop to her ass, squeezing and kneading that wonderful butt.As my fingertips started to slip under the waistband of her panties, Melissa moved away. I immediately thought I wrecked the whole thing by getting. She was wearing a pair of yellow shorts; my hand beat a tattoo on them. Ten solid whacks, she was bawling when I stood her up in front of me.“Have I helped your memory,” I asked her.“No,” rebellious smart mouth.I unfastened, unzipped and tugged her shorts off. She was wearing “Big Girl” panties, white, lace trimmed cut high at the legs and low at the waist; skimpy. Twelve that transitional age now reflected in her underwear; she had “Little Girl” cotton panties, too. Just like the girl. Just then, a thought hit me. What if I could film Katee in real life? At this point in my obsession, even ordinary footage of Katee, my dream girl, beat some cut-rate amateur doing even the most depraved acts.I realized that I could perhaps get some more realistic footage of her myself to fuel my fantasies. It would be a gutsy move, but hey, as an old loser with no social life to speak of, what did I have to lose! … A week later, I came home to a parcel in my mailbox. I practically ran upstairs. Howcould he have been on a stag night and still look like that? Heather'smetabolism should have been able to consume less alcohol than William'scould, so how come her fake man was so alert this morning?"I got the works from Aunt Daphne and that bitch Julie was on form lastnight. I swear she spiked my drinks all night," Cynthia replied groggily."I just went for a drink with some mates," Heath replied. He had neversaid much about these mates of his and Cynthia was getting quite curiousabout them..