The next time she joined me in bed, she wanted to thank me for helping her with the Tyronne problem. It was a pretext for what she really wanted. Whit...ey needed sex. "Would you help me get off tonight, Hugh? Doing it myself isn't working. I need some love down there."She spread her legs and gently lowered my face between her thighs. I gorged on her pussy like a wolf devouring it's prey. One, then two of my fingers slid into her juicy cunt. Her moans got louder and louder. Whitney began. ."God, how could I tell my sister that I wank in her clothes thinking about a horny French teacher in the school?My sister smiled. "So, you're not gay! Are you sure, Steve, you wear my underwear?"I looked straight at her and said "No, it's just, you know...they make me really horny! They feel fantastic and help me think about her!"The penny seemed to suddenly drop "Oh Steve, that's, emm...Oh OK! I understand now! Emm...maybe you will have to have some of my old dresses from now on? Not being. Ed pulled out his cell phone and called the police.It took him twenty minutes to deal with the police. It was only after he showed his medallion that the questioning took a more respectful tone. After the police had finished their questions, he stepped back and looked at the building. There was absolutely nothing that William could have said to him that would have allowed him to identify it. There was a small cardboard sign in a corner that announced that it was a barbershop. He had walked past. I reached down and directed is dick into my now wet pussy. “Ahhhhh,” he moaned as he pushed his dick all the way inside me. He pulled it back out and rammed it back in hard and then he did it again, and again, pounding my pussy hard.“Yes, yes, yes,” he cried each time he pushed it in. I was breathing heavily now. It actually felt ok, having this little 16 year old fuck my like this. His body pressed on top of mine. I closed my eyes and started to imagine I was being fucked by this guy at.