I knew I was about to be chastised for my actions and it took several seconds for my mind to understand what Betty was saying. "You enjoy reading and ...ooking at pictures of older women." Betty asked."Are you fantasizing about older women or someone in particular?" Betty continued.As I let the two questions register in my brain. I looked down at the floor and mumbled."It's someone special I think about."Betty smiled and told me not to worry. My secret was safe with her and she asked if she could. She wasn't conceded but today she couldn't help herself. Kara's slim body was complimented nicely by the super-short clothes. Her three-inch heels wereworking out better than she planned. Kara's mahongany hair hung in curls over her shoulders. Her peach skin contrasted nicely with the red shirt, and the white skirt was a perfect match.The second thing that stopped her, once in the kitchen, was her brother shirtless with a huge boner. he didn't seem to notice the boner but he kept flexing his. "No. This is no good." I twist my body round. As I do so, the heel of my shoe catches your cock, twisting it painfully to the side. You gasp. "I'm so sorry." I slowly and deliberately move my other foot onto your chest, the heel over you nipple. I let my weight bear on it. My full weight concentrated onto the minute point of my heel and into your nipple. I'm thinking that sex is all about concentration of sensation. Mentally and physically. I twist my foot cruelly, and then step off. I squat. But I dont know if I- But before I could finish my sentence, the beautiful Fay sprung at me and kissed me, pushing me on my back as she wrapped her arms around my chest. Fay kissed me with more passion than I had ever experienced before and was really getting into it. At first Fay caught me off guard, and I just laid there letting her do her thing, but after a few seconds, when my brain fully processed what was happening, I started to get into it, and moved my hands to grasp her breasts over.