Both parents worked, and my younger sister (who was 9) stayed with our grandmother. A few houses over was my friend Jeff. He was also 15, and we hung ...ut all the time, since his parents worked too. We would go back and forth between our houses, usually trading baseball cards, or playing Nintendo.I don’t remember exactly how it happened, but pretty quickly we were showing each other our parents’ stashed porno mags - my parents’ were in my dad’s bottom drawer, and his parents’ were under his. She: well, show me.Me: what?? (quite shocked)She: your work.Me: oh. Right.And I showed her the stuff, normal shoots of models etc., andShe: nice, she is pretty.Me: ha.. You are kidding right?She: no.I am serious. She is so pretty,Me: if she is more pretty than you then I am the president of india.She: lol..*erotic part*Then while showing her the photos and having tea and coffee. She got up to leave. I don’t know what was I thinking but I just held her hand and saidMe: no, you cannot go.She: not. I made him use tons of lubrication, even though I was already quite wet.We aren't even at the point yet were I attempted to ejaculate; I was just diligently learning all about the best ways to get stimulated inside my pussy. Once Rick learned to stimulate my G-spot, I taught him to use his other hand to masturbate my clitoris. He already knew how to do this quite well, but it was tricky for him to have to do this with his left hand, as his right hand was already needed inside me. He soon became. You want it?" Just leave it ... If I bother to rent it ... I can rent it furnished. You know ... Wanda had one hell of an insurance policy and since the Insurance Company couldn't claim it was an act of God ... Double Indemnity ... they HAD to pay." Carl chuckled, "what kind of a wife carries a three million dollar policy?"DD, Mina and Bill all shouted..."The Good kind!" Yeah, well, she had the same on me."Three separate and individual groans."Yeah ... exactly my thinking. We didn't get along.