I asked her about her and her bf if they still have done anything yet.. She turned to me and said “NO! He keeps getting hard ons but I just don't kn...w what to do.. I try to rub it out but he wants me to blow him.. I don't know how!”.. Are faces were so close that our foreheads were just touching.. I couldn't help but ask “Well.. Do you wanna know what to do?” and I brought our hands down and she took over my cock. She was in a bit of shock at first. Then I went in for the kiss.. We kiss slowly. I was lost in myself and I did not see my cousins there. I was exploring the coldness inside her pussy. She was still on her back and me banging her pussy holding her leg on my shoulder. Wow, it was really the happiest moment. Her soft moans were making the atmosphere even more heavenly. I was lost in heaven. I was about to cum and I could not control myself and I exploded it in my pant.I wake up from sleep. I looked around and no one was there. I was so confused what just happened. I could not. The Lockely School for Unloved Girls was created back in 1907 by the local schoolmaster a mister Charles M. Lockley. He was tired of seeing these filthy excuses for females wandering the streets of his beloved hometown. These girls were desperate after being thrown out by their families in the wealthy town of Braxton located just a couple towns east. They had never worked a day in their lives, and were completely clueless as to how to make a living without their parents to gorge off of. They. "When my sister pulled the vibrator out of her pussy it was followed be a stream of pussy juice. My sister was a squirter and I found out the reason for the towel. She knew she was going to squirt and didn't want the sheets to get wet or smell of her sex.I watched as she came down from her orgasm and promptly fell asleep. I stood there in the hall for a few long moments, trying to digest what I had just seen and heard. Then with a diabolical grin I quietly entered her room and set her alarm for.