He hooked one thumb underneath the waistband of my panties and began to slide them down. Once the panties were around my knees I kicked them off mysel... while he unzipped his pants.My eyes got used to the darkness just in time for me to see him pull his pants and boxers all the way off to reveal his hard, pulsing 9′ long, thick cock.‘Have you ever seen one of these before?’ He asked.I shook my head no, never once taking my eyes off of his manhood.‘Get down on your knees,’ he said with a grin,. I always got told my lips, hair and ass were my best features, and I was going to make sure they stood out. A sweater was definitely in order for that day, as it was bit chilly, and I decided my tight black one, with the deep v-neck would do just fine. Yoga pants were a turn on of Dylans and I wanted to impress him, and my black ones would go perfectly with this outfit. I checked my reflection in the mirror one last time, and decided that if he didnt want to fuck me, he was gay, or dead. I. She placed her middle finger on one side of her clit, her ring finger on the other, and gently pinched her clit between them, rubbing in slow circles. She took her other hand and plunged three fingers deep her wet cunt making slurping sounds as she whimpered with pleasure. My sister moved at a steady pace, rubbing her clit and pumping her fingers in and out of her slick cunt. I was fighting myself now, holding myself back, feeling as if I would lose my mind, listening to the wet sounds her. She would fold her legs back along side of mine and sit right on my dick. I wore my robe in the evening and mornings. I could feel her pussy open on top of my dick. She would lean back on me and put my arms around her, making sure one arm was resting touching the bottom of her little tits. She would sigh real big and then always had an itch between her legs. Up came her night gown a little, and she would reach under it and scratch? I couldnt see but I could tell she was rubbing her clit. A slow.