” “The expert?” I queried, intrigued. “Number one inter-state, all-college, female masturbation champion of 1979,” Vanessa teased me. “Now...there’s a spectator sport I could have taken an interest in,” I commented. “What do you mean ‘spectator’?” she asked. “Your a pretty mean hand yourself. I’ve seen you in action. But no more stalling. I want a story. And I want it now.” “All right,” I began. “First, your clothes. You are wearing loose-fitting denim overalls and a baseball cap.” “Wow, the. I stretched out on my side next to Jane and propped up on an elbow then checked her from feet to hair. My baby sister is about 5’3 and shaped like a Huge Hefner model. Some times I got itchy fingers when she wore short skirts, or tight pants and blouses. Her curves and form are very appealing and more than once she’s made my balls twitch. As I looked at her tits straining against the shirt she wore, my balls began to growl as if starved.The first touch of the toy on the inside of her knee. I did, and our tongues were soon dancing in each other's mouthsWhen our lips finally parted, I used my hands to slide her blouse up, exposing her breasts. As she felt the air across her nipples, Holly leaned forward again, making her breasts even with my face. I paused a few moments to take in the sight of them: they'd noticeably grown since the last time I'd seen them, though they were still generally conical, and tipped with small rose-pink areolas and nipples. Having memorized this. She took driving lessons and by the time she was 20yrs old had brought herself a new Audi A4 and her clothes collection had increased as well.I met her when I went to her country to find some real estate for Spanish clients of mine and visited the club with them one night. I don't know how or why but we clicked straight away, sitting and talking for about an hour, obviously from her point of view she was earning money but she told me not to buy her champagne but just gin and tonic, she would.