Between their legs the dichromatic bush of hair marked the point of entry. The very base of his swollen shaft could also be seen, her cunt lips adheri...g tightly to his meat. He squeezed his muscles as if to move his cock inside of her and she, in turn, signaled back by clenching and then loosening her vaginal muscles.The sudden pressure made him groan once again. It was as if she was gripping his dick with her fingers, squeezing and milking his hose. "So... so much. I'm afraid to move," she. . you know." Blow a load of jism all over my hand?"My sister was studying me. I think that in the blushing competition, I was winning. "Yea, that. I mean, I guess I could've led you back to your room, you know, backing down the hall since you had such a good handle. But all that would accomplish would be that I'd be in your room while you, um, finished jacking me off. I mean, Colleen, you have to understand. I'm dead asleep, then suddenly I'm awake and all groggy and I don't know what's going. I can sense his male pheromones whenever you two are in a room together.” He laughed slightly, “They aren’t as powerful as your pheromones when he is near, but they prove that you lust after each other.”“Is that why you used his image in this dream?” Marcella asked.“It isn’t a dream,” he responded. “This is real. It is just a reality that I can control.”“I’m sorry,” she said. “And it is a reality I love. I often imagine myself on an island like this when I masturbate at night.”“I know,” he. As I stood beside the bed she slowly removed her pyjama bottoms and cast them aside, spreading her legs. I didn’t need instructions. I climbed onto the bed and knelt between her feet. Libby Manning could be a total romantic, an utter alpha female or, as in this instance, a woman who simply needed an orgasm. The role afforded me was as provider of that orgasm, a sort of human sex toy. Nobody was ever more willing to do her duty.I leant into her, my hair brushing her thighs deliberately. Sex toy.