My mum was going to kill me. Even when I guessed that I had just had my first proper wet dream, I still lay there, not knowing what to do. I lay the...e waiting for my heart to calm down. Then I fell asleep again. In the morning the sheet was stuck to me like glue. There was a crispy disc of dried cum on the sheet and a matted mess in my pubic hair. And, of course, I awoke with another raging erection. Then I remembered the dream. “Eww! Tabatha?” The idea of my sister as a sex fantasy. I sat in a nearby chair and said, “I was going to invite you to lunch.”“You can’t text?”“This is a lot more interesting. Mind if I join you?”She looked puzzled so I stood up and dropped my shorts. My half hard pecker saluted her. She laughed and rolled over to face me, not the least bit uncomfortable with the new situation.“You look pretty good for your age,” she commented, “Your voting member must think that I do too. Bring it over here.” Then she added, “Please.”I stood by her face. She. I didn't even consider asking Diana if she was on birth control and didn't even think about than angle until later after we'd both part our ways for that evening.At first I thought I'd just slide up behind Diana's nice naked ass and position my cockhead in her wet pussy and start doggy-fucking her. But then I decided to slow down for just a moment and try to not only enjoy the sexual goodies this frustrated and anxious woman was giving me, but also to show her that indeed she was still a very. My heart was pounding. She told me to climb up onto the table, and only then would I find out what was happening. I undressed, and climbed onto the table. I was strapped down by Kate, the straps holding me firmly to the table, to the point at which I could no longer move at all. It was then explained to me that I was going to play the role of a bad-ass pretty boy. She told me that I was going to be worked on by experts, and that she would see me a few hours later. In walked several women, each.