”“Okay, sweet dreams.”Heading toward my room, I whisper to myself, “Hope Joni did not see my boner.”Once in my room, I look at my reflection...in the full length mirror and notice a large wet spot on the front of my pajama shorts. “Damn, I hope Joni did not see that,” I say to myself as I remove my clothes. I look over my toned seventeen-year-old body and my shaved cock. Being on the swim team is paying off.Entering my bathroom, I adjust the lighting so there is a soft glow and go to the walk-in. Her hands were on my chest now as she worked here panty covered pussy over cock. When she slid back I could just see the tip of it appear from under her panties. She leaned in and I began suck her hard nipples. She reached back and moved her panties to the side and sat down again, this time with me entering easily into her wet pussy. She sat straight up again and began riding my cock slowly, with the edge of her panties scr****g the side of my cock, before and after entering my full depth into. Camera slowly panned her wet body. The kid's jugs was incredible.She sat on the toilet seat, spread her legs, rubbed shaving cream on her stubbly mound and then shaved what little hair she had until only a tiny wisp of golden curls remained above her tight-lipped slit. She wiped herself and fingered her puffy lips, smiling at the mirror and turning sideways to look at her heart-shaped ass.Then as footsteps were heard, she tossed a towel aside and stepped out to face her older brother, played by. The sensation that had been worth ignoring the fact that I was on a stake out. The sensation that could cause a veteran FBI agent to throw away the concepts of duty and priorities. I couldn’t help myself. Yeah. I’m not only a liar, I’m weak too. Just a few weeks earlier I had made my confession to a priest. It was a big one, the sexual addictions, affairs, alcohol addiction, and more. I could almost imagine him pouring himself a whisky and lighting a cigarette on the other side of the carved,.