Naked now her breasts swinging as she turned back to him her eager hands grabbing at the tool she so desired, his fingers seeking out her damp and hot...sex, probing at her body searching for the button that he knew would bring her to the boil even quicker, she swung her hips up, over his head, her own lips sucking at his shrivelled offering, no longer the man he once was, his tongue finding her clit, prodding and licking at the little button, instantly causing her urgent need to be at least. Could I use your phone to call for help?” I roused myself from staring at her and replied “Of course you can, come in out of the rain before you catch your death of cold.” I showed her the phone, excused myself, and went upstairs to get a large towel. I came downstairs to find her softly crying on my sofa.“What’s wrong um?” I asked her as I didn’t know her name. I handed her the towel and she started patting her hair. “Sorry for this. My names Suzanne but everyone calls me Suzy. I just phoned. After our first encounter, when we both discovered our addiction to masturbation, my sister and I had settled into a fairly regular and furtive affair.She was often asked by my mother to get me up for school, and she devised a wicked and risky way to do this….She would slip silently into my bedroom, and slide her hand under the covers, and begin to fondle my balls, and rub her hand over my cock, which would respond immediately, and, whilst sitting on my bed, she would take my hand and slip it. The quickest way to a girl’s heart certainly isn’t her butt."“Thanks for the sympathy.”"But what happened tonight? Sure, he was awkward, but-"“He put his arm around me, and I didn't want that.”"Well what do you want, then?"She shook her head. She didn't have a clue."Taylor, why am I here?"“Ash-”"Why am I here?" it insisted.She sighed, trying to remember the exact words. “Because I have no confidence,” she stammered."And?"“And I don't know what I'm doing. I've lived a sheltered life because I.