She counted every stroke. Sometimes forty, sometimesfifty. One night when I had thrown a particular fit about wanting my haircut, she made it to one h...ndred, handed me the brush, told me to thankher, and then do fifty more myself. I had learned to sit still and saynothing to keep it from getting worse. I could tell my sister had aslight smile on her face. She got to forty brush strokes and handed methe brush. She then slid both her thumbs, one either side just behind myears, sectioning off the. Lifting her head to look up from feet she could see the glamorous Norah powering on 10 feet ahead. Her long blonde locks where bobbing up and down like a shampoo commercial and her long strides where making it difficult for Mia to catch up. However, she took it as a blessing in disguise. I don’t fancy folk looking at me with my beetroot face and sweat running down my back while I jog alongside the supermodel. Seeing the bleachers surrounding the athletic playing fields ahead, Mia slowed her. How did goofy old me end up with a date that looked like a Hollywood star? I had met Sally the year before at college. She was going out with a guy down the hall. She soon wised up to this guy and started dating guys more in her league. She and I hung out a lot, going to concerts or parties and even skinny dipping. Being seen with Sally was not only good for my ego but other gals immediately took me for a serious stud muffin. We had all sorts of misadventures and I am happy to remain her friend. Then I felt some one slide under the sheets and didn't make anything of it and like most men we dream bout gorgeous women all the time making our cocks instantly hard and the perfume on the pillow just enhancing that thaught.So when I felt some lips on my cock I was sure it was a dream I was having it felt like the best blow job I've ever gotten and I shot my load in no time.Then to my suprise I still had a hardon since those lips never left my cock and I felt something familar my cock being.