Like any other Saturday outing to Sam's I was playing with Jean, rubbing her tits and pussy as I drove. It was having the desired effect of making us ...oth lustful. We knew we would have a hot session when we got home. As I played with her tits her nipples started poking holes in the front of her dress. Even though you couldn't see them you could easily tell they were not bound up in a bra. After I got her tits tingling, I dropped my hand to her leg and started stroking it. As I slid my hand up. He groaned. "Oh yeah, I'm getting close."Those words excited me and I shifted my focus. Instead of attempting two more inches in my mouth, I focused on making him cum.I bobbed faster, wanting his cum.I bobbed eagerly, craving his cum.I bobbed desperately, crazy for his cum.God, did I need to swallow his cum!"Oh yeah, keep going," he moaned, and after a couple of dozen more bobs he warned, "Here it comes."And one final bob was all it took before I tasted my first load of exciting cum. It felt so. . Okay." Okay!? That wasn't doing the right thing!" Kit's mind screeched, but she was already rolling onto her back. Her mind raced as the sheets rustled beneath them, and while she was still reeling from it all her little brother was looking down at his nearly-naked sister. More than looking -- feeling. Feeling all along her bare arms, her shoulders, her chest..."Can I...?" Thomas tentatively fingered the straps of her bra."Yes..." Kit breathed. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her. My salvation came in the form of another redhead: Laura, a skinny fearless copper-wire-haired bucktoothed fury in slightly ragged clothes. She’d never been a friend before, barely had two words for me in our five years as classmates. Maybe she really stepped in as a member of the Secret Redhead Mutual Aid Society. Regardless of the reason, the equation changed as soon as she stepped onto that forlorn block of concrete desert with us. Laura was nobody to trifle with. She had an explosive redhead.