“Are you okay?” He asked panting afterward.“Never better,” I answered, completely satisfied.Collapsing next to me after our blitzkrieg, we bot... guffawed in our moist post-coital reverie. Between gasps, he proclaimed, “You’ve got ten minutes to recover, before your backside gets pounded again.”“Oh fuck, no,” I replied, “please have mercy.”“I don’t do mercy, David. I’m an expensive masseur and so far you’ve only paid a small deposit,” he threatened, playfully.“You’re a fucking bully,” I replied,. I remember that she said, "Making love or having sex is how people in love express themselves physically. It is something that men and boys do with wives and girlfriends."I had no idea what all of that meant, I then asked her something that most girls do not ask their mothers. I asked her, "Can I do that some time?"Mom laughed and told me that I was too young to do anything like that, but in time I would learn to have sex and that I would love it as much as she does. She asked me how it was. They both agreed to film the other one with their cell phones and each day to test the trigger. “This way, we’ll know the duration the simplest trigger lasts. It may be that more complex triggers don’t last the same length of time,” Alex said. She was already picturing the excel spreadsheet she would create to chart the test results.Hailey agreed to put Alex under first. She told her sister to take off all of her clothes except for her panties. She said it was to recreate the same conditions. My name is Jack Walsh and I won't tell you what I do for a living suffice to say I make damn good money. My sister Kate Walsh is two years younger than I am, she has blond hair that falls just below her ears. Tonight she has her hair clipped back with one of those hair clips that you don't see much of these days. Kate has dark blue eyes a slightly pouty mouth and lips that one could kiss forever. I should add here that my sister is not aware that I have a real heavy crush on her and yes it is.