She was now sitting there in just the short skirt. The skirt had ridden up and her bare legs were still apart so, as I looked down, I could see betwee... her open thighs.Her pussy was as blonde and as pink and as perfect and as pretty as it had been, when I'd seen it earlier, at the pussy show."Get back on the bed, Cookie."My sister stood up and reached behind her to unfasten the clasp at the back of her mini-skirt."No," Sharky said. "Just hike it up, like you did in the show tonight. I want to. "Oh my god!" she gasps, this time just a little louder than she means to."Settle down," I say quietly, mocking her a little with my tone."Did you do this on purpose?" she asks me with an accusatory glare. She knows exactly how familiar I am with the machinery in question, so it’s not as ridiculous a question as it might be under other circumstances."Not at all, but I do think it's funny," I tell her, feeling it myself. The vibration emanating from my seat is starting to take its toll on me, as. ..and I think she likes me, she said she did anyway.”“Wow.” His Mother whistled, “Mike, it sounds like you love this girl.”“I don't know about that...but I sure hope I get a chance to find out.” He sighed, then grinned as he thought about Tiffany and their morning of trying to have sex, “I gotta call you back Mom...”“Wait, are we going to meet this wonder woman over Christmas?”“I hope so.” He laughed, “So I'll call you soon, Love ya Mom.”“Love you too Michael...and good luck with her.”He hung. I started moving my legs back and forth, grinding in my chair and breathing harder. Then the bell rang. Girls gathered their things and starting exiting the room. Me, I just sat there. I still had no control over my body. My legs were like jelly. “Amanda, are you OK?” The teacher asked. A deep sigh came out, “yeah, I’m fine.” “Before you leave I’d like to see you,” she said. I finally was able to move and got my books and walked to the front of the room. She was sitting at her desk and looked.