"Like that?" asked Jill, looking at me a little more interestedly."He was a very good big brother." He'd have to be my uncle," said Jill, a small smil... on her face for the first time that morning. It seemed strangely out of place, considering her irate attitude shortly before."Now that you know what it's like, would that be so bad?" asked Heather."Why wouldn't you let me do that with Jimmy Carson? HE'S dreamy!"Even I saw that as a bald-faced attempt at dodging the subject."Jimmy Carson would. Talk about getting gyped!! There is NO equality in the sexes, women win hands down!The LadiesFemale clothing has always fascinated me. The idea that a couple of yards of cloth can be cut, sewn and fixed in such a way to make you Ladies look so fantastic. The sheer TORTURE you go through just to look nice for us males. For many, many years thin strips of cloth called Bandeaus were wrapped around the breasts to give them some support. Finally in the mid-1800s some half-baked genius decided he. My girl-dick throbbed as frustration swelled through me. I flicked my tongue up to Cherri's clit, fluttering against it back and forth.“Good, good, just like that,” Valarie said. “Now, Cherri... cum!”“Oh, my fucking god, yes!” howled Cherri, her flushed face turning red. “Yes, yes, yes, you're so amazing. Drink my juices! Drink it all down! So good!”She squeaked louder even while no juices flooded out of her. She was faking her orgasm again. I wanted her to cum for real. I wanted to give her. I left it there feeling the heat of his leg against mine. I was getting hard with just this amount of body contact. I knew he was staring at me and wondering whether I was touching his leg with mine intentionally. Suddenly he pushed his leg against mine and broke contact. I immediately spread my legs wider still so that my leg pressed against his again. Now he understood that it was intentional and I wanted my leg to press against his. Still, I pretended to be sleeping. Several minutes.