What if that was too forward? Just then my phone buzzed with a message from him. Yeah that would be a fun start… it read. I was surprised. You’v... thought about kissing me? I wrote back. Among other things… he replied. Other things? I’m sure you can imagine. I could definitely imagine and in fact I already had imagined. After seeing those shirtless pictures of him, I spent the next night alone in my bed rubbing my dripping wet pussy to a number of mouth-watering orgasms as I imagined his body. Reading people's fantasies is sort of a way to get into their minds unobserved. I even wrote a few of my own. Reading through the many varied stories can be rather arousing at times. While I find most rather boring tales of boy meets girl, boy takes girl to hotel room type encounters, some are rather fascinating. The ones I find most fascinating stimulate me in an intellectual sort of way, but others are just plain arousing. The ones I find most arousing, for me at least, are the girl-girl. In contrast, I still had my clumsy black eyeglasses on and my hair was so tightly wrapped it was difficult to see how long it really was. My outfit was a cross between disinterested college student and boring housewife so that certainly would not generate any interest except in desperate males that had been sexually deprived for an extended period of time. Nobody would have guessed that underneath my pathetic exterior was the finest French lingerie imaginable which my sister Claudia received. As my fingers entered her I sucked her clit hard, and released the pressure slightly as I withdrew my fingers. Within seconds she was so wet I could fit in a third finger, and as I did, she screamed and tensed, flooding my fingers with even more juices. “Oh my god! You were right, Kerry, you were so right. You are sensational. But I never come like that with a man, I must be gay!” I was thrilled by her voice, she clearly didn’t care what she was, she was just enjoying the moment. I laughed. I.