We dropped our bags on the floor, before picking out our shampoo and soap and going to the shower cubicle. Chloe entered first, turned on the water, e...couraging me to follow her with a seductive look in her eyes. Without hesitation, I stepped forward and joined her under the cascading flow of warm water. We wrapped our arms round the other and began to kiss. There was little subtlety as our tongues swirled together, both desperate and extremely turned on. I shifted my feet a little, manoeuvring. All of it had gone too far, I think, with you. I cower, as best as I can on the ladder, knowing that my mouth has got to stop working without interaction from my brain."Sir," I begin, feeling quite chagrined -- and scared shitless. "I'm sorry. I'll behave now. I promise." Why should I believe you?" I jump, surprised at hearing your voice so close to my face."Sir, because I believe this to be important to you -- and to myself, even though I don't fully understand why. I do believe this is what. Her fingers had never felt so small and inadequate. She needed something big and hard and hot to satisfy her now. She needed a big slab of man-cock to fill her, to slam in and out of her until her toes curled and her nipples nearly popped from the stimulation.She closed her eyes, imagining Mike's huge, ten-inch prick slicing relentlessly between her pussylips, slicing and plunging, penetrating her deep, his hot cockhead popping in and out of her womb. Her tits rose and fell rapidly. She was. I gingerly pulled a pair of my mother's used panties out of the plastic bag. The contrast with my sister's panties was striking. They were a bigger size, and much sexier and more feminine. Made of white satin they were more lacy, and although a bigger size than my sister's much skimpier, with a high waistband but with the legs cut away at the sides so that the hips and the lower part of the buttocks would be on display when worn. I untangled the panties and gasped audibly at what I saw. A long.