One thing I’ll tell you about my sister. She is very outspoken. She doesn’t take much from anyone. ‘She’s quite a catch, little brother,’ sa...d Sue. ‘Sue, about Sam. She’s not my girlfriend, she’s just my best friend,’ I said. ‘Bullshit! Jeff, I’m not blind and I know you better than anyone. You’re in love with her, anyone can see that.’ ‘She’s gay, Sue. She’s a lesbian,’ I replied. ‘We’re just friends.’ ‘You’re full of shit, Jeff. She’s no more a lesbian than I am. Where the hell did you get. I climb on the bed as you’re on your stomach and I start to rub your shoulders up and down, side to side. As I move my hands from your shoulders to the middle of your back, I am kissing your neck and moving slowly up to your ear where I whisper, “Good morning, beautiful. You look more beautiful than all the sunsets in the world. I give up baby, you win this time.” You laugh quietly, and tell me not to stop. I kiss back across your neck then I start to kiss your shoulders slowly down the middle. ” The song ended, the band announced a break, and we drove home (to my place) to make my fairy tale date even more wonderful. Sleeping Beauty and Cinderella may have been content with one kiss from their prices. But I wanted to strip my hot hunk of a prince, to suck him hungrily, to ride him mercilessly, to feel him plunging deep into my pussy and even deeper into my ass. As we kissed, I felt his fingers unbuttoning my blouse. His touch there felt heavenly to me. I made short work of removing. She had been asleep for a while. Looking her over my body sparked back to life again. The way her flat muscular stomach raised up and then fell back down. The way her firm perky breasts were trying to break out of her thin white t-shirt. The way her black thong clung to her pussy like it was holding on for dear life. I could not help but reach out and softly touch her body ... this however is not where my night began, but we will get back to it soon enough. My name is Gina, I am seventeen years.