‘Josh Wheaton?’ The first whisperer looked confused. ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer?’ Brock explained. Or were these girls too young to have caught...the Buffy phenomenon. Well whatever the case he didn’t have the time to explain it. He gave them a scrawled autograph resplendent on a Starbucks napkin, accepted the well wishes of his two young fans and the curious looks of quite a few more people in the store, and hurried back out to his beloved Porsche. He tried to tell himself that at least he was. “Masturbating and treasuring are two different things Kay.” “Well I wouldn’t mind seeing it,” I said, trying to seem as modest as possible. “Well I don’t feel like watching it again. You two go ahead and enjoy yourselves; I’m going to find something to eat.” Veronica got up and winked at Kelly and me as she left. “What was that about?” I asked. “Just a silent promise thing we have, nothing you really need to worry about right now,” Kelly said. She. A few months passed by and Uncle Nick brought me cigarettes every time he came to visit or help out. Then one weekend he offered me to come spend the weekend at his house. I said yes because he had been so cool the last few months. Well after we got back to his house it was late and we had eaten on the way there. So when we got to his house I was super tired. So I took my bags inside and got set up for bed, Uncle Nick helped me set everything up. He helped me unpack my things into the empty. That last screw before Carla took off was as sweet as any we'd shared and far more tender, with her on top, grinding her hips into ME for a change. I cupped her generous asscheeks in my hands and squeezed them as her pussy walls squeezed me from within and her fingers fluttered over her clit and we came together, for the second during our session.Believe it or not, for the first week of Carla's two-week absence, nothing -- and I mean nothing -- remotely erotic occurred. My sister became a.