I bet I do better than you do though”. Smiling I turn to her and say “Will you stop saying silly things. You’ve been saying that for years now a...d you never have.”Getting more animated she retorts quickly “Make a bet then smartass. If I win, you do my assignments for the semester. You can choose my punishment if I lose.” About to reflexively shoot her down I quickly realize my opportunity and respond “Fine. But if I win, you have to be my personal slave, doing whatever I say, until you do beat. Then, one evening, Jenn comes into the den where we were, takes a beer out of the cooler and sits down on the floor. She had on cut-off denim shorts on that were really short with a tube top that let her nice, flat tummy show. I haven't mentioned Jenn much but she was really pretty, a short-haired blond that had that typical cheerleader kind of body, compact but built, really nice.When she came in, of course, our conversation lagged for a minute so she asked, "What are you guys talking. 

So my sister turns around, I look at Kim and she winks at me, signaling with her eyes for me to rub her mom’s ass. Of course I didn’t go straight for her ass but the cloth was going further down with each passing stroke and my sister wasn’t moving. In fact, she put her hands up on the wall and let me rub her down. I put the cloth aside and started washing her with my bare hand, washing her hips, her sides and the top of her ass. She bent her head down and did not say a word when I started. He was older than Julian, more manly and confident in himself, less emotional and more firm. Surely, he had a lot of experience. I wasn’t altogether dissatisfied with this encounter, although I was shaking inside: was it with fear or with anticipation? Images started to defile in my mind, incessantly. He was now watching the invisible tumult transforming me, and waiting, in silence. Then followed some glances back and forth, in a dangerous game of silences that only enhanced the tension of the.