You wake up from the feeling of me kissing you; you look into my eyes and smile at me. You turn to your side and my hand falls past your shoulders dow... to the centre of your back, pulling your body closer to me, holding you tighter and tighter- kissing you softly, gently with such passion. Our movement causing the covers to fall off, kissing so passionately, our tongues dancing with one another. Feeling so good as our breathing becomes heavier. I move my kiss from your lips to your neck. My. "One of the guys at the party just gave it to me." Really?" Yeah, I offered to give him a hand job for it but he ended up leaving the party early." Bummer, huh?" Daniella remarked sarcastically.As Elizabeth went on to explain just how she had managed to score the impressive blunt, the girls all stared at her still unsure if she was in fact being serious or not. Fact was with her track record of late anything was possible."I wouldn't smoke that if I were you." Victoria suddenly claimed as she. My screams of anguish were well muffled by my gag but I was unable to stop my legs involuntarily slamming shut. “Bad girl! You keep your legs open when Mistress is punishing you!” cried Emma. “John tie her ankles to the table legs so she can take her punishment like the little bitch she is.” “That must be the first time she’s closed her legs for anyone!” replied John with a hint of a laugh in his voice. More forcefully than ever before I felt him grab hold of my ankles. One at a time he yanked. ’”—John Twelve Hawks, The Dark RiverI FELT GUILTY. Really, really guilty.I was having sex—I’m a good bit older than Clinton, so when I was raised oral sex was still sex—with two teenage girls, one of whom was my sister. I was only moderately upset about the incest angle. I suppose SOL was partly responsible for that. I’d enjoyed a lot of brother-sister incest stories on that site. I could almost always figure an erection was in the offing if the story was written halfway decently. I didn’t have.