"'You don't have my phone number."He gave her something to write with and on. When Emily was alone in her apartment in Prince George's County she wond...red how many unused toothbrushes Ken kept for events like her. He did call. The next Friday they saw a movie, had drinks afterward, and spent the night at her apartment. They were great in bed together. Then they had to get out of bed.Weeks would go without a call from Ken. When she called, he always wanted to see her. When he called it was. I slipped my hand down her knickers slowly massaging her clit and then slipping a finger inside if her whilst we both continued to kiss. Next thing she took hold of my dick and began to wank me off slowly until neither of us could take it any longer. She got on her knees and I pulled down her knickers, she lied on her back and I unwrapped my condom putting it on as fast as I could before slowly crawling over her where she helped guide me into where I needed to be. I remember me getting about. And use lipat gaya, apana hath wapis uski gand pe rakh and usse apni lund ki taraf push karne laha mera khada lund bahar ki taraf point kar raha tha and uski chut mai point ki tarah chub raha tha main uski chut ko feel kar tha apne lund se .Mujhse raha nai gaya and mai jhook gaya uski skirt uppar ki and uski panty uttar and mai shock rehagaya my god uski chut pe baal tha wiase hi jaise maine uss din toilet mai dekha tha and ghane kala baal main itna khush hogaya maine apna mooh uski chutt mai. I was shocked, embarrassed, confused, but almost had another orgasm on the spot. My sister seemed confident and in control, and I felt like a second-class citizen, she knew what I was, and I didn't want anybody else to know. I tried to get it out of my mind, but I kept having these intense erotic dreams about eating my sister's pussy, and would wake up either in the middle of the night with fresh pussy juice on my face or dried pussy juice in my hair in the morning. I smelled like a lesbian.