Amy was dressed only in her blue lace bra and skimpy white panties. Her soft breasts were straining against her bra as her chest heaved. He stepped up...to her, and pulled her close. Jeff's hands slid down the back of his young sister's panties, over her smooth ass. He kissed her, lips smacking as his hands squeezed her bare ass. Amy kissed back, breathing heavily, conscious of his hard cock pressed against her stomach. He continued kissing her upper lip as he backed her up to the bed. They fell. You... You're really tidy. You cook. You're... God, that's bad isn't it? I'm applying all these stereotypes." Gay?"Sorry Jamie. But Mike... He said... He told me you were. I'm sure he did." I wouldn't be surprised." Does he think you are?" Hell no! He just likes to confuse things. You know what he's like." Yeah, I... so you're not gay? Not even a bit?" Fuck, no! Not a bit." Oh." Yeah. Oh." Shit." Yeah, that too." God, I... I wouldn't have... well, I probably wouldn't have done some of those. Going to get to ... the bottom of it, Mom.” Patrick adjusted his glasses. When he let his mother control their lovemaking, she was always so tender and sweet. She bounced on him now, not letting more than a quarter of his length out of him on every upstroke. He could tell from the way her mouth twisted that she was quite happy. “I mean ... if Donna and I fix this ... do you want to stop doing ... uh ... uh ... this with me?”“We have ... to stop ... eventually.” Susy looked down at Patrick’s. See you all next week to discuss the fascinating next topic of motivation and emotion in human behavior!” He tried to get the class excited.Meghan was definitely excited, but for much different reasons. Her panties were already soaked just thinking about how today could go. It was time. She was relieved to see the students exiting the room. She stood up, balancing on her new heels, and fluffed up her hair. She smoothed her skirt and sashayed to the podium where Profession Daniels was packing up.