Over the years I’ve had a few hand jobs, but there is nothing quite like having your own sister beat your meat. There’s just no way to explain it....The proof was in the pudding or should I say in the cumming.I shot several loads of spunk onto my sister’s tits and stomach before finally ending with a drooling puddle on her leg. She was so right last night when she said if we waited until today our “Fucking” would be so much better.When I opened my eyes Chris was sitting up, still on my legs, but. " He took out a pen and wrote his phone number on the margin of one of the pages in my book."Who told you I was with Chris?" I asked. "I'm not mad or anything, I just wanna know."Luke nodded in Billy's direction. I don't know why I didn't guess that Billy had told on me. Looking over at him, I saw him talking to Jason. They were whispering something to each other. It was weird, because they were talking and smiling at each other as though they had been friends for years. Their feet were rubbing. I think to myself how amazing you look and try to fight back the realism how this may be one of the last times it happens. “Stay in the moment.” “Enjoy her.” “Relax.” I keep repeating each like a mantra. You’ve got a hundred tricks and before I know it you’ve spun around 180 degrees on me without ever pulling me out of you. I run my fingertips lightly down your back. That canvas is a wonder all its own; the way your ribs show through your pale skin just the right amount, your tattoos, the. I often did things like this, with no intention of actually meaning it. "You\\\'re such a fucking bitch. I hate you," she snarled, standing up and storming out of the room. Talk about not being able to take a joke. I rolled my eyes, and flopped out on the couch. Turning off the movie, I turned the channel to Jerry Springer. After awhile, I thought I heard something. I couldn\\\'t make out what it was. Pausing the television, I listened. It was coming from upstairs. I followed the voice, and it.