.!!--we started to fuck and---THAT'S IT! YEAH RIGHT THERE!!---they...all...started...fuc---FUCK! I'M CUMMING!!!" she exclaimed as her body rocked with...another intense orgasm! Her pussy made 'smacking' noise and more woman goo ran down my chin!! Bold, had been stroking himself all the while I was eating his sister out! He was hard again and motioned for me to go into Hips' pussy!! Then he sat on the couch in front of Hips' face and pulled her eager mouth onto his cock again! I slowly rubbed the. Simple. Casual. Meaningless.It was her fault, really. She started things out by actually talking to me, because she made it seem like she wasn't really interested in sex at all. It wasn't my M.O., to go into that kind of chat without some gratification in mind, but that's where we ended up going anyway. I got to know her smile, her laugh, her wit, and by the time I realized how wrong I was about her sexual designs where I was concerned, it was pretty much too late.The problem with Jess was, it. He thinks I'm strung out, which I am, by the way. He knows I'm an addict. He knows I'll cave in to his demands eventually." I agree. Let me make some calls. I'll call you back within an hour."I watched the boob tube and ate snacks while I waited. Dad had to pay the cable company for the internet connection before they'd hand over the router. I'd checked. So I couldn't play poker. Hell, I was too strung out physically to play poker anyway. With a different ego in control, I think the withdrawal. Doubtfire on the television when it dawned on me. I had done some acting in high school. I stood in front of a mirror and did a quick assessment. I was very slim, one hundred twenty-five pounds, from running and long distance swimming, yet my legs looked strong. I have a fair complexion, no hair on my chest, a small nose, but full lips, green eyes, and my blond hair I keep short for swimming. I tried to imagine myself as a woman. To think of it I was never the brutish masculine type at all..