"AAAHHHHHH GOD YES, pinch my clit, pinch my clit hard, hurt me, hurt me soooo gooood, I love it, I love it soooo much."And she squirted again, not qui...e as much, but with just as much force; her body quivering and quaking beneath my belly and hands.Brenda collapsed under me and tried to get her breath back to normal. I was getting used to the fact that her needs came first and that I would have to come as I could. I wasn't about to complain, with two sluts in the family I should have no problem. Walk five minutes, jog five minutes, sprint five minutes, jog five then restart the cycle. My legs were on fire and my side had major stitches, Plural! Thank God for healing, which I waited until we were home before activating, at her order.“You did well. Have a big breakfast today. You burned a lot of calories.”“Thanks,” I panted, lying on my back and wishing I was dead.“See you at 1:30.”Afraid to ask, but did anyway. “What’s at 1:30?”“Another session, but easier, like yesterday. Inserting the dildo into the harness she teases me for a bit before sliding the hard rubber end into my vagina. There is no need for lubrication. Snapped in Im ready and so is she. I grab her wrists in one hand and press them over her head as I straddle her hips. Letting the tip of the dildo rest against her pubic mound I press back and forth, teasing her with the movement. I grab some lube and smooth it all around her crotch. Locking her eyes with mine reaching down I let my fingers guide the. No. I'm going out with someone." "Really? Well, hey, that's cool. I mean, not that I need to think about my sister dating anyone, but okay. Who is it? Anybody I know?" Evan grinned. "Is it some musician with dreadlocks and tattoos that will give Dad a heart attack?" Ryan laughed. "No, no musicians. He might have a tattoo, I guess; I haven't asked. Anyway, believe it or not, a hockey player. Brody Lang. From the Capitals." Evan stopped and stared at her. "Seriously?" "Yes." She smacked his arm..