“Try me,” I was smiling; despite her reluctant introduction, she does tend to save the best until last. “It might just be me, but …,” she pa...sed, “shoe shopping. You know when …” “Oh. My. God! Yes! Shoe shopping!” I was instantly hot again. Belinda had stumbled upon a little fetish of mine that I hadn’t shared with her. “You didn’t let me finish,” she complained. “You don’t need to,” I said. “Everything about shoe shopping gets me wet. The kneeling, the feeling, parading up and down with the. Unable to suppress a grunt of pleasure he is thankful the television is so loud, the boy so engrossed... He would have to admit he enjoysthis wicked game they have played almost nightly since finally consummating their forbidden lust, pushing each other to gasp and betray their sexual arousal in front of one or the other of her younger siblings... He strokes his hand up the back of my legs, pushing up the back of my t-shirt -- his day-old t-shirt; I have been swiping them from his laundry, she. “Now… now that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Susie’s voice came out husky.“No-o-o-h-h-h…” she breathed, shaking her head.“And I’ll bet you’re good and hot too, aren’t you? Here, let me see.”Abruptly she scrambled to the end of the bed and pushed Pam’s limp, unresisting legs apart, exposing her pussy.It flared open in a pink pouting gush of wetness, its delicate lips pooching apart to display a soft, velvety inner lining and small pert clit button all oily with juices.“Susiiiie…”Dimly realizing that. " I said, sitting up. "You can play with myass if I can play with yours." "Ugh, don't be gross!" Erin spat, slapping me on the arm. "Is that whatyou really want?" "I just thought we might try to spice things up." "Oh, so now I'm boring??" "That's not what I said. I just..." "Maybe you should just leave!" Erin pulled the blankets up to cover her naked body and rolled over. I breathed a a deep sigh in frustration. "Fine," I said, getting up and grabbing my shirt. Without another word, I walked.