..Masturbating.My pussy became molten. I crept up another step. Then another and shuddered, witnessing his hand flying up and down his eighteen-year-o...d cock. I fought the urge to moan, my eyes so wide, witnessing him pounding his dick. I licked my lips, realizing he neared the size of his father's. He let out another groan, peeping on his sister.Then I heard a different moan, feminine. My eyes widened. No, that couldn't be Leyla masturbating. She was too young to discover sex. Only eighteen.. She abruptly broke the passionate kiss and said, "Wait... stop... not like this... If we're going to do this, then I want this done on my terms. Come to my room in five minutes." She got up and left without looking at him.***When the time came, he slowly walked up the stairs to her bedroom in anticipation for something he had fantasized about. When he approached the outside of her room, there she was, completely naked, lying on her bed waiting.She nervously looked up at the ceiling, even after. Why the hell did she have to be?'"As if you can just present yourself and eventually win me over, you stuck up harlot. I wanna be mad, but yet the pleasure you are delivering is just bashing my defenses and making it impossible to focus on all the shit you've put me through."She immediately extracted my nipple from her mouth, slanted herself up and looked at me with a couple tears sliding down her cheeks. "I'm sorry, Hannah. Will you forgive me, please?"She pulled me up with her, kissed me for. "Chapter 3So they went to Susan's bedroom and tried on different outfits for a while. Susan had never cared much about clothes before; for her, deciding what to wear was just another daily chore like brushing her teeth. But Suzanne made dressing up fun and exciting, plus Susan now had the powerful incentive of trying to get her son to have an erection as frequently and for as long as possible. As a result, Susan's depressed mood slowly passed.However, after an hour or so of that, the.