What this isnt a good occasion? He said as he sat back against his bar stool and waved his drink at me. I decided to tease him a little Well depends&...ellip, Can you make it a good occasion? I said with a wink. I kind of mind slapped myself because I knew I was a 16 year old virgin who had barley kissed a guy. Oh. He said stepping from the bar stool onto the hard tiled floor. He stepped towards me and I mimicked his movements and took a step back into the marble bench top. Before I could think. "'And nearer' I thought to myself."See," she said triumphantly, "I told you they were."My sister was all smiles after my judgement on her tits and our conversation went back to what we had seen, it did nothing to calm my hard cock, just the opposite and after a while all I wanted was to get back to my room for a good wank."Mind you," Carol laughed, "old Connor was pretty well hung, how'd you measure up to him."True Connor had got a decent sized tool from what we had seen, but I knew that mine. I started playing with them and sucking them like a baby.They were just like two big mushy balls. I went back and forth between both nipples a few times before I went further down. I went down to her navel and started licking it. I could feel her breaths getting heavier. Then I pulled her shorts down, revealing the black panty that she was wearing.I could see it was a little bit wet already coz of all the foreplay. I looked at her eyes while pulling her panty down as she spreads her legs wide. It’s all there. But do I send it? Or do I delete it and just chalk it up to a moment of impulsiveness? A moment of being very, very horny and wanting to cum. A choice between the two. There is another choice, I think. Maybe that is the path I will choose. The third option. I open a message window on the site where I have met my friend, and I begin to write to her. I choose my words carefully. Not to write a story for her enjoyment. Not this time. But to bring her into my world for a moment. To.