..for a little sister, though she had recently gotten a bit into the Goth scene. And at the moment, she had just come into my room without knocking on...e again. The only questions were, how long had she been listening in on us and how much had she heard."I want a wish too," Cassie said, crossing her arms and standing there with a determined expression on her face."Forget it," Deanne snapped, obviously annoyed at having Cassie spy on us like that."Why not?" I sighed. Then at Deanne's incredulous. ." "Okay, fine." Rebecca stuck her pinkie in her ear, grimaced at the cold slipperiness. "But I'm going to make you pay for that." "Good. I want you to keep score. Then you'll know what I owe you." Rebecca crossed her arms. "Fine. I will. So any more juvenile stunts?" "No. I want you to describe your breasts to me. Tell me what you like about them, what you feel like when I look at them, what is the best thing about them." "I'm always trying to hide them because I want the first thing. He wouldn’t know what he could get away with if he didn’t at least try.Brad hesitantly put his right hand high on his mom’s left leg. She didn’t take his hand away! She smiled at her son, looking into his eyes, took her hand from his crotch, and moved his hand between her legs to her pussy. She held his hand in place with her legs and put her hand back on his cock.Brad could feel the heat of his mom’s pussy through her panties. Karen slightly rubbed his cock, trying to figure out its size. It. So I waited until my clothes were dried and folded, and then I folded his bundle and put it in my basket. I left a note saying that I was afraid somebody would steal his stuff, so I took everything to my apartment."Feel free to stop by at any hour," I wrote, "as I?ll be up all night packing for my trip to Mexico in the morning."No sooner did I get back inside my apartment than I had dropped my pants and was sliding the silk panties up and down my painfully throbbing cock. It didn?t take long.