We discussed a variety of topics, catching up on each other’s lives. Mark was never one to settle down, thus he never had any children of his own. H... was never truly single though. Always someone around the corner. With a hint of flirting, we somehow got around to discussing our sex lives.“Barry is awful in bed,” I told him. “He’s too soft, and honestly I’m not physically attracted to him anymore.”Mark gave me a grin.“Sounds like you need a real man in your life,” he said.“Yes, I feel like that. God. She was such a stinker! Such atease! Oh my God. I didn't know what to think.OK. She knew everything, and wanted me to know that she knew. But shewas giving me the option of coming clean and talking with her about it,or continuing to pretend it was a secret. Really, she wasn't a stinker.Could anything be sweeter? She was too honest to hide from me the factthat she knew, but wouldn't confront me with it directly, at least notyet. My heart warmed to her even more, and a tear ran down my. Daddy’s cock twitched as his dark eyes drank in my underage body. I shuddered, my pussy growing hotter and hotter under his attention. Juices dribbled down my thighs. I reached the bed, crawling onto my knees, scooting towards the pillow. My breasts swayed as I leaned over it, settling down, the thick pillow keeping my ass elevated.Daddy’s hand grabbed his cock, lightly stroking the member as it grew to its full thickness. I whimpered, squeezing my asscheeks. I couldn’t wait to be broken in. To. I stood frozen and remained dead silent so even the sound of a pin dropping could be heard by me. I shut my eyes so I could focus only on my hearing. It didn't sound like much at first but soon became a rhythmic thumping complete with slight bed spring squeaking. Of course I've seen enough porn and read plenty stories to know what this meant. It couldn't be though. My 16 year old sister masturbated? Of course she did, all girls did. I wonder if she's using a dildo, possibly homemade. Probably.