I relished a filthy spectacle involving myself and 5 boys from my older brother’s soccer team. I knew they still saw me as Edmund’s little sister,...but the year I started thinking about sex was the year they started looking like men. I kept waking up with sore muscles when I had not done any strenuous exercise the day before. 5/08/---- My hips hurt. It’s not really my hips that hurt it’s the muscles above my hips and around my stomach. It feels sore like I got some exercise. I mentioned this to. But I've been there, and you haven't. It's going to get tougher. I'm not sure you realize how much tougher." At this point Rebecca closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "When I was in your shoes, my coach found a way to motivate me. And so now, I'm going to use it to motivate you. Stand up." Winona stood up with a puzzled look on her face. Rebecca traded places with her and sat on the couch. "Take off your clothes." Winona blinked, "What?" "You heard me. Everything off." Winona wasn't sure. She had only started and already she was dripping down my shaft. I was mesmerized at the beautiful breasts bouncing in front of me, and I could not believe how tight her grip was. I was in no danger yet so I let her set the pace. She would lean back and move short and fast, then lean forward and draw it out. Margaret stretched her legs out behind her and proceeded to grind her clitoris against my pelvis. I could feel her start to shudder again. After a few more strokes and a muffled. "Will you take your sister to ballet while your mom stays here and works her magic on our bedroom?" No problem, Mom."She gazed up at him with love in her eyes. "You're so good to me. You know, with everything that's happened...I'd be completely lost without you."For the second time that day they shared a deep passionate gaze. Kristen stood up on her cute little tip toes and brought her lips to her sons. "Thank you," she whispered.She gave him a peck on the lips...then another...then another,.