"Well..at least not yet...I want you to meet Brad and shake hands with him to show there are no hard feelings. Then the three of us will go in for a w...ld time. OK? I would do it for you, stop acting out."What could I do? I was angry, but kind of drunk myself, and, well, I have to admit, the whole situation, though driving me nuts, was also making me a little horny. Absentmindedly, I put my hand out to Brad and he engulfed it in his stronger hand. He gave me a casual but firm shake,"Hey dude,". I coated her chin with my next blast, though I was starting to slow down now. She let my come drip off her chin, down her neck, and cover bits of her chest.I was in heaven. Here was this gorgeous little 16-year-old, jacking me off with her little hand, covered in my come and begging for more. What else could I ask for?Alison answered that one for me. She had jumped down off my loft, and was now attacking her friend's face and chin with her tongue. Her jeans (I noticed she wasn't wearing any. ’ ‘I’m Kevin Johnson.’ What Angie did not know was that Kevin knew exactly who she was and that was not a chance meeting. It had been all orchestrated. Anyone would ask the simple question how could she be so naïve? To actually think that he wouldn’t know who she was but it was very easy to understand. Although, she was probably the richest woman in Barbados, it was not advertised wealth. She had never considered herself growing up any different, other than the fact that her grandfather was. I’m not interested in girls that way. Although she is. When I found that out I wondered if she was the one that had touched my pubic hair and my clit. Although I hadn’t told my parents that part either.My dad looked shocked but then he straightened his face and asked, “And where is that monster of a sister of yours?” Dad said that in a teasing tone.Later I stood in the shower and looked at my breasts. I squeezed them where my sister had earlier. Where they really that terrible? I mean I know of.