Jesus Sis, it was too much of a temptation; the chance to get a look at my sisters snatch. Watching that stream of pee coming from your beautiful fann... and splashing on the grass. I got a hard on straight away. I've never forgotten that and I never will." "It's sort of weird don't you think?" "Well surely you fantasise about things when you masturbate?" I asked. "Well, I've never really thought about something like that. I've never thought of peeing as being sexy," Bec replied. "I can't. .... she stares into his eyes, her hand grabs his, she lays on her back and she glides his hand to her smooth pussy, then releases his hand, his fingers stroke the silky skin, his still looking unto her eyes, her hand glide over the sheet, to find his cock, its moist tip dripping precum. his finger stroke her soft skin , her lips swell slowly as the sexual tension heightens, she smells of light musk, she is so turned on by his touch, his eyes fixated on hers, slowly he leans in towards her, his. “We don’t have to do this you know, we can just say we did.” I offered. “You don’t want to?” He asked looking puzzled.“I don’t want to make you do it.” I replied. I really liked Bert and I didn’t want to shed my mysterious bad girl image I had built up. He took my hands in his and leaned into my ear.“I want to taste your pussy.” He whispered as if it were a closely guarded secret.“Bert!” I whined with an embarrassed tone as I turned my head away from his. My image went strait out the window. He. “Come on, just follow little Debbie and maybe she’ll let you play with them.” She had to turn and run to avoid being caught and laughed as she ran out through the back door and into the yard.Though she had run outside, Debbie didn’t head for the fence to the Nettleton Mansion. Instead she ran around the house a couple of times, staying just ahead of her brother, teasing him. She ran like the wind and loved that he couldn’t quite catch her. When he finally slowed down, panting for breath, she.