I reach down under him, between his thighs and stroke his cock. He’s hard as a rock, throbbing, with dripping pre-cum already. Filthy fucking git! H... loves me dominating him, and I’ve not even started. He shudders whilst I stroke him with one hand. The other had strokes over his arsehole. I lube him nicely, working a single finger inside him. Inch by slow inch my finger moves deeper, letting him adjust to it. He leans back into it, needing so much more. He’s incredibly turned on; I take cue. I guess Ireally would be her little sister when I was wearing her clothes.I quickly changed out of the nitie and pulled on the pantys feelingmyself beginning to get excited. I almost forgot to tuck my penis backbefore I pulled on a pair of sweats and a T-shirt.In the kitchen I found Mom and Dad going over the details of where theywould be staying in case of emergency.Dad gave Rita a funny look as she handed Brandy her credit card. Thentaking out her hairbrush she stepped up behind me and began. I was half tempted to go and tie one off in the stall when I was called down to the office over the intercom. I got up and walked out of the class. Deciding to stop in the bathroom anyway before I had to get to the office I walked down a small hall into the men’s bathroom. I did my usual business at an end urinal and washed my hands. I splashed so much water on my face I was in danger of soaking my shirt. So I dried off and walked out of the bathroom shaking my head trying to get my hair to. She found herself drawn to the discarded bra, picking it up and checking the size, 36b. She folded Sara's clothes, placing the bra on top of the neat pile. She had no idea why she'd done that but Ceri had time to check Sara's bag now.A purse, a licence, an address in Cheshire, not too far from her, credit cards and over two hundred pounds neatly folded. Clothes for the morning, two remaining pairs of knickers and a roll-up bag at the bottom. The shower stopped as Ceri retreated to the chair, by.