OH YESSSS!” she cried out as she felt my cock start to pulsate shooting my hot and creamy load deep into her belly, OMG I was sweating and breathles... as I slowed the roll. Vicki’s eyes opened and a big smile came across her face and I felt her contracting cunt muscles starting to suck the last drops out of my cock.“Wow sir” she sighed as she got her breath back however I was sure she could still feel the stiffness of my cock which was still deep inside her, I gave a last couple of thrusts. We got up quickly, washed ourselves and she soaked the bed sheet in a bucket. We wore our clothes and had dinner. I asked her what if she gets pregnant and she said, “Let’s talk something else, I will take care of that”. We did not know what to talk so we were quiet for a long time. We were waiting for our parents to return so that we can be normal.Two weeks passed and we acted as if it was a dream or nothing had happened. I was feeling more guilty and depressed as I was the elder sibling.. And when I can heave no more, I finally get aroundto latching the door of the stall. I pull my jeans and sodden panties all theway down to my ankles and sit on the commode, my sweat soaked tee shit clingingto my chest and back. And I masturbate with an urgency I had never felt before.I don't just stroke my clitoris with my right hand but in a frenzy I rub mylabia as well. Such is my abandon that finally I stick three fingers of myright hand into my vagina and crank away like hell. I am sure. My dear husband considered himself to be “handy”, and had liked the idea of turning this elderly property around a bit, but of course, nothing ever broke when he was home. Oh, no. Things only ever showed their character when it was poor Jess by her lonesome with nothing but some YouTube tutorials.Fuck, I wasn’t even going to be able to take a shower. I didn’t know a lot about plumbing, but I was pretty sure that this wouldn’t be a localized phenomenon. I was going to have to call a plumber and.