I told Mom I was going to get dressed; she responded that she never wore anything in the house, that she enjoyed being naked. I thought what the hell ...o I removed the bottoms of the bikini. I immediately felt naughty and I liked it. Mom disappeared into the kitchen, when she returned she handed me a tall glass of orange juice. I thanked her and took a sip; it turned out to be a glass of vodka colored with orange juice. I accused her of trying to get me drunk; she agreed. We had dinner and I. Not even stink finger.The third commandment for girls: THOU SHALL NOT PICK UP BOYS. The codicil: YOU MAY ALLOW A BOY IN YOUR CAR IF HE IS A KNOWN DRIVER. (And he's cute.)I, a hotbed of raging hormones, was denied the relief of a slutty girlfriend by the law and the prophets.Hey ... I was pretty ... I was fast ... but I was fragile. Girls talked to me ... about their boyfriends. Every one of their boyfriends were: 1. Octopi. 2. Selfish. 3. Lazy. and those were the good parts. But not one of the. I said I wasafraid we would get caught but he told me not to worry. Then we went to thestation wagon and he started driving. This time he asked me to unzip myfly. He slipped his hand into pants and felt my underpants, running hishand over my hardon and playing with my balls. I think I got a littleprecum on my underpants. Then he slipped his hand into my underpants andpulled out my hard cock. I nearly jumped - someone was playing with my cockthe way I do! He must have opened his fly and taken. ." stumbled Lisa as Gwen broke into a huge smile and pulled Lisa from Steve and hugged her."I'm so sorry for everything I said to you, Lisa! You were right. I did have my head up my ass, but you and Dad helped extricate it. I'm so lucky to have a sister who loves me enough to tell me when I'm being an idiot," continued Gwen. "You're the best. Forgive me?" Of course!" replied Lisa as she wrapped her arms around Gwen. "That's what sisters do for each other. That and loan out their boyfriends for.