“Ooh, I see you're having fun without me.”Clint grinned as he thrust over and over into my girlfriend's pussy. “You should have heard what I did...to Lee.”“She's cumming at the checkout line,” I moaned, grinding on Stefani's loving mouth.Melody giggled. My half-sister ran a hand through her loose, blonde hair. She didn't wear it braided any longer. Her tongue flicked over her lips, pussy juices dripping down her shaved flesh. Then she grabbed my breasts, leaned over, and sucked on my nipple.I. Understanding, however, wasn’t the same as feeling it. Rebecca was quite practiced at examining her own feelings and as she exited the double-glass doors of the Washington Plaza, she felt nothing but the warm satisfaction of sex. She had understood from her late teens that she could take pleasure in sex without commitment and that it was an exercise of power.The power position was usually held by men, but never with Becca. She was precocious in using her sexuality in a manner that she judged. I grew up in a Baptist church. My parents and I went nearly every Sunday. One Sunday, while I was setting with another group of boys my age in Youth Sunday School, the pastor came in. The Sunday School teacher had apparently known he was going to drop in. The pastor gave us boys a stern warning about the 'sin' of touching ourselves (meaning, masturbation). As young boys, the very mention of such a thing caused an automatic nervous reaction, because, as the pastor obviously suspected (and. She quietly moaned with approval. My cock began to twitch as I buried my face in the glory of her busty chest. After a few minutes of solid mouth work on her breasts, she pushed my head away. I looked up at her frustrated."Now it's time for your real dessert!" she exclaimed. She pushed me onto my back with a hard shove. Then she shook the whipped cream in her hand and I couldn't believe what she did next. She pushed the tip of the bottle inside of her bright pink pussy, and began filling.