Why did I keep dating her knowing she wasn’t going to get up off of it? Because the more time I spent with her, the more time I wanted to spend with...her. The more we did together, the more I wanted to do together. I was getting hooked, but in the back of my mind I knew I should breakaway before I let myself get to the point where her leaving would hurt. I was fast approaching my sell-by date. The longest Fran had spent with anyone before going back to Norm was about six weeks, and I had been. She eased the door open.There, in the middle of the room, was a pretty young girl. She had her eyes closed and was swaying along with the music. She was wearing a tartan kilt skirt and a soft, black polo-necked jumper. It was, of course, her brother David. And yet it wasn't him. It really was a girl. She was tall and elegant and relaxed and beautiful. Rosemary felt a twinge of jealousy. And with that, the girl in the centre of the room - the girl who was her brother - opened her eyes.4.. We kissed again with passion and urgency, and soon I found myself on my back, while Meg made her way down my body, kissing and licking on the way. The guys I had slept with in the past hadn't always liked to perform oral on me. Being teenagers they had thought foreplay unnecessary. They had wanted to get straight to the main act, the times I'd had with them being very much a 'wham bam thank you ma'am' situation. But this was different. It felt good and it felt right. This was exactly where I. I licked and gently sucked it; she gasped and pumped me harder before falling back onto the bed where she wriggled out of her skirt. Again those fabulous eyes never left mine. She wore white cotton pants and they were damp. I took off my shirt and pants and lay down beside her. She took hold of my throbbing cock once more. I caressed her breasts and she arched her back and moaned. She took one of my hands and slid it over her firm belly and down until my hand cupped the damp patch. Her breath.