He squeezed my shaft. “Ah, um, your sister,” I said.“She's probably knocked out by now,” Mark said, “but it's still exciting to think she's ...ight there while we're doing this.” He shoved my trunks down. “You have a really nice dick, big, nice and big.” He stroked me slow with a loose grip.Despite all my secret fantasies, now that the high school senior was jerking me off, I was terrified. The odds of this girl keeping our secret if she caught us were zero. Although, knowing we could get caught. Bradford—or Stephen, as he asked her to call him once she came of age. But after years of babysitting for him, she found it difficult to switch to a first-name basis. He was still Mr. Bradford.Their relationship was always proper, a little like a father and daughter, until she turned older, at which point it felt more like a friendship. Though she found Mr. Bradford quite attractive with his strong shoulders, deep-set eyes, and firm jaw, she never dreamed of being sexual with him. Well, that. Before Jane could reply Riley ducked under the water. Jane suddenly felt Riley's hands push her thighs apart. Jane groaned as Riley began to lick her pussy. Riley switched to fingering her pussy as she motorboated Jane's massive tits. Jane grabbed Riley's massive ass and groaned with pleasure. she knew what she was doing was wrong but she couldn't stop herself from enjoying it. Riley continued to motorboat as her master walked in carrying a strap-on in one hand and a video camera in the other.. " It might. Do it anyway." So, I did--slowly this time. She was soaking wet--but tight as all get-out. Having plowed through her hymen, I took the rest of it slowly.I loved looking at her. For one thing, I had this, I dunno, I guess you'd call it a fetish. I like making love with girls who aren't completely naked. She wasn't. Her blouse and bra were open, but not off. Her panties were off, but her skirt was still on, bunched up around her waist. She still had her knee-highs and her shoes on. It.