Me, I’m just hanging on to dear life. My soon to leave for college sister is kissing her sixteen-year-old brother in a very intimate way. She said i... was ‘PRACTICE’.Me, I’m Rick, Richard. Don’t call me Ricky ... unless you are a girl. Then you can call me anything you like, ‘cause at least you recognize I exist. At least at that moment.Now understand, I don’t go around kissing my sister, at least not like that. In fact, she can attest that I was a complete pain in the butt, that is until I. Had the little bitch been flaunting the way she'd used me, bragging about it to her friends? "I don't have to know," the pretty brunette said. "I've seen it a hundred times. But I should tell you right now, you'll never see her again, dear. She's a one-nighter. It turns her on, seducing straight guys, but only for one-time sex." "You've got me wrong," I said. I couldn't help noticing the way her big, full breasts filled out the top of the robe. Maybe she wasn't a woman, but she. I was even more disturbed when a familiar voice howled, "Shit, Rocket! You're not supposed to do that!"I had just shaken off from a piss. As I zipped and exited the bathroom, I saw Isabel standing in the kitchen looking astonished and ticked off. I was unaware that she had entered my apartment while I was busy doing my thing. She wore a tight-fitting t-shirt that pronounced the contours of her breasts and a knee-length skirt that showed off the curves of her ass and thighs. Beautiful as she. She imagined the muscles reaching their limits, being overcome and tearing. She thought of the soft tissues stretching as her rectum filled with solid, heavy resin and wondered, a treacherous pang of lust boiling up from between her thighs, just what her over-expanded anus looked like now.From above, Kristian could see exactly how it looked. The bowing ball was half-way inside, Laura's anal ring stretched around it, nearly nine inches wide and shaped like a bottle top where the rods were.