She told me that she was going to put my headphones on and leave me as I was, to keep me out of the way. She put the music on shuffle and LOUD. She st...oked my cock and walked away. After a while I started to relax and enjoy the music. I may have even dosed off. Then I felt a pressure on the bed. Someone was there. I called out but there was not reply. I felt fingertips running over my cock and it immediately responded. The fingertips started running up and down the shaft…I then felt a leg on. Under his regime, which shared much of the philosophy of Cambodia's Pol Pot, all of the middle-class were driven from their homes and villages to toil refilling by hand-tools the great earth scars of the open-air strip mine pits, and the southern fields of weeds were resown to attempt to return the land to jungle. Alas much too late, now that the formerly rich jungle topsoil had all been washed or eroded away into the sea. Maybe given a few generations, the forest will slowly reclaim what was. His name was Steve, and I liked him a lot. He also had a younger sister, Sharon, who was the answer to a wet dream. She was the same age as I, but she went to the same school as Janie. I first met her when Steve brought her over for a blind date with me. (I wonder if Janie had anything to do with that.) Sharon looked enough like Angie to make me miss her all over again. Sharon saw my reaction and was mystified. Steve knew, however, and he told her. Sharon immediately came over to me and hugged. I shimmy out of my pajama bottoms and I spread my legs for her. I’m already so wet, I had come with her earlier, leaving me ready for all she had in store. She touches my clit and slides our vibrating friend along my supple lips. “Mmm it feels so good,” I said. As I revel in the pulsations. ‘Jo I want to feel you all night,’ I beg. I reach up and take her bottom lip gently in between my teeth and tug. A soft moan escapes her throat and she kisses me hungrily. At that time she slides the.