“Do you need some help with that?” she asks, eyes wide. “Here.” She climbs onto the bed and starts stroking him. She gets her ace right next t... it, then licks it from the base of the shaft to the tip. “Does it turn you one to look at those pictures?”“No,” Scott says, watching his catgirl sister’s mouth envelope him. His is overwhelmed with pleasure. He feels he might ejaculate at any moment. He stares at Tinsel greedily sucking his prick. She stops just short of letting him get his release.Then. With my mind racing, I didn’t know how to respond. Again, he repeated, “Please, Ross.” I then nodded, yes.As we exited the gym he told me he wasn’t happy with me driving, and that we could collect my pick-up the following morning. As we drove my mind kept spinning.‘What the fuck am I doing?’ I thought. To my embarrassment, I was again rock-hard by the time we reached Freddy’s home.We were in his bedroom within a minute after our arrival, before Freddy began feverishly undressing us. Little did. After the chav lad had shouted, both lasses stopped and looked over at the two chav lads, the one in the stripy leggings shouted something along the lines of "fuck off ya bell-end" which made the other lass laugh.The two chav lads had now stopped to stare at the lasses and I slowed my pace so I could watch the situation unfold and so I could get a good look at these two sluts. I think the lass had genuinely surprised the two lads when she shouted at them, so they stood there just staring at. An expression often used by the scornful women to the returned soldiers ("well you'd better go and use your own hand"), came back to haunt them, over and over again. The returned soldiers eventually began calling themselves The Hand or more fully, 'The Hand of Man'.Things evened out eventually, but the men's memories were long and the learnt lesson was handed down to the sons of the returned soldiers, then to the grandsons, which is the current breeding adult population. Many of the women left.