For one long moment his fingers rested there. Then he pushed his fingers slowly between my swollen lips and started to draw circles around my clit.All...I could do was moaning and pumping his meat harder.When we reached his room Chris didn‘t push me in there but further down the hallway.I didn‘t know what he had in mind and I did not want to interrupt this moment so I didn‘t protest.Closing my eyes all I could do was moaning, kissing and rubbing his fat cock. He pushed us into our parents’. Now, having his face as close to them as possible was the driving focus of his desires. Slurping the dirt and stench off them, as he grew painfully hard in his steel cage - the force tugging on the piercing that passed through the slit of his penis. Chastity had reprogrammed him; redefined what he was willing to accept as "sex," and lowered his standards for attractiveness to their rock-bottom, inevitable conclusion. A petty caricature of real men's sex lives. Chastity was the great motivation. Have you talked with Ed?" Sent him a text and said I was coming. Haven't talked on the phone." Typical, he was supposed to give you a heads-up." About what?" Scott asked. He'd driven up on a slow Buick. The road was straight as an arrow, but you never knew when a rancher might decide to pull out from a hidden side road."How do you feel about getting the old band back together?" Bo asked."I don't know if the ladies can handle the three of us," Scott said. He gave the SUV's throttle a little kick. No luck. At Christmas, Dad called a family meeting and announced that we were moving in 3 weeks. The color drained from my sister's face. "No, no, no!" she shrieked.Janet screamed. She cried. I seriously thought she was going to murder Dad. She begged to be able to stay in Taiwan. She pleaded. She slammed doors. She broke plates.Really, I could understand. Qatar would be her fourth high school on the third continent. And she'd have to leave behind her friends (again), and her boyfriend - her.