"What are you looking at?" she asked, noticing I was staring at her pelvic area. I thought her eyes were closed as she laid back.I quickly looked into...them. "I'm sorry about last night Sis. It's just that you caught me off guard. I didn't know what to say. I know telling me your secret embarrassed you and then I acted the way I did. It's just that I am embarrassed because, you know, the little guy!" I explained.She closed her eyes for a minute and then sat up in front of me. "Reggie, you don't. But she said she'd bought it at the pharmacy for a friend who was too shy to buy one. She pretends to be very strict and won't have sex until she's married. But I've seen her take her boyfriend into the long grass at the back of the house, and when they come out they are always cuddling as if something nice has happened. My sister is perhaps a little more confident nowadays, and she's not so shy with men as she used to be. But I really haven't noticed any changes in her body. Her bottom is. I sat in a chair. “Just pretend I’m not here,” I said unnecessarily as they started frantically kissing, fondling and undressing each other. Under her pants and blouse, I was surprised to see Diane wearing the black lace garter belt, stockings, bra and panties I had given her years ago and that she never wore for me. She looked hot and wanton as she helped Tom undress.I settled back to watch. My cock was hard and dripping in my pants, so I pulled it out as I sat. Diane looked over at me only. I learned that a person could talk for thirty minutes for free but after that, your number was charged an exorbitant rate per minute. I spoke with local women who called into these chat lines -- women talked for free -- and within a few days after I burned through the thirty-minute limit not only on my home number but on all the rollover numbers at the office where I worked.I was 'working late' to meet a deadline, masturbating on the office floor with women who like me enjoyed chatting while.