The cotton crotch that was soaking up her musty snatch juices and there I was, standing in the garage, looking at her with a cock harder than tempered...steel wishing my tongue was that cotton crotch.Now I had a dilemma, I have to get back into the house, but I can’t do it with a gigantic rock hard dick jamming the front of my jeans into the shape of a circus tent. I also couldn’t do what I wanted to do which was drop my jeans right there, stroke my cock and blow enough cum to fill a big gulp. K. Sarah I know that this isnt a purse. Ashamed Sarah sat on the bed almost crying. I sat next to her putting my arms around her. Sarah everything is fine. I dont want to have this little pocket rocket back. Take it as a little gift. I dont want to see my little sister ashamed or crying so stop it, please. There is nothing bad about using such devices, it absolutely normal. Sarah looked at me Really? You are not mad that I stole it from you? I… I just wanted to try out but I had not the heart. My arm resting on the seatback let me softly touch her shoulder as she drove. Once at a stoplight, she pulled my fingers to her lips and kissed them, then put my hand securely back on her shoulder. Much though I wanted to, I didn’t dare put my hand on her leg beside the console. I didn’t want to seem pushy—or to cause an accident. I hadn’t felt this nervous since high school.She pulled the van into the spot behind her duplex and as soon as we were both out of the car she grabbed my hand tightly. But I was an early-bird, usually up and about, showered and dressed by seven-thirty most mornings, so, for me, nine-thirty was a lie in.Actually, I’d been woken by Mark stomping about getting ready for his nine o’clock exam, but I smiled and rolled over to face the wall and closed my eyes again for another half an hour.It felt a bit strange, knowing that I quite literally had nothing to do that day. Or the next day. Or the day after that. I’d finished my exams and lectures didn’t start up again.