I rang the doorbell and waited by the door for Andrew. Instead I was greeted by his sister. “He isn’t ready yet, you can wait in here with me if ...ou like,” she said in her soft voice “Um… Yeah, that’s fine, Laura,” was the only reply I could muster, a little shocked to see her. I stepped in and followed her through to the living room. We sat at opposite ends of their corner sofa; she stretched out her long legs and placed her feet on the matching stool. Among our group of friends we often. "You don't have to mention that again. This ain't a marriage Mickey," I said slightly worried that he took caution as quirky."So Brit, whats your story?" I asked."Sorry love, unless you have permission from the boss to interrogate me, I would prefer to just live in the moment." he said."Just making conversation," I said. Of course I wasn't. I wanted to know, if I needed to watch my back, when he was behind me. "You did say we would talk in the car." You will know everything you need to know,. ’ Now Abby’s fingers stroked my folds of skin between my legs, rubbing just along the outside edge, a fingertip playing with a bit of the skin on the inside. ‘Oh yes baby. I loved the way your finger slid along the outside of my pussy lips, the way you weren’t sure what to do, how you gave in and pressed a finger slowly inside me, that look on your face, the one of the pleasure you felt as your finger and hand was being covered with my pussy juice.’ I peeked at Abby’s face, her tongue ran. I never felt the force as my flimsy nightdress was ripped to expose my naked body, he was in a sexual frenzy as the remnants fell away and his cock ploughed straight between my legs, as I fell back against a tin worktop, my legs parting to take him inside, Brian was saying something, and I looked in the direction he was having a conversation with.Sara was naked and she looked every part a teenage girl could, small breasted and and long legged, legs that went on forever, and the thin line of her.