Then we got out and went to the bedroom.There she made me lie down and started giving me a blowjob. She was a pro and I was about to cum. I told her a...d she took my dick out of her mouth and sat on my face. I finally licked her hairy pussy.My dick was twitching. She started to suck my cock while I was licking her. She then came all over my face. I drank it and made her lie down. I got over her in the missionary position. I didn’t care about asking her about condoms.I just started fucking her. That seemed like ages ago. She giggled to herself as she could still picture that crazy scene in the upstairs bathroom. The combined heart-stop they’d both experienced when a teacher’s voice had sounded out on the other side of the stall door while Rachel was kneeling in front of him. The moment she’d taken him back into her mouth and continued to blow him while that teacher had stood not three feet away, completely oblivious. And how Greg had hit the flusher on the toilet to mask his euphoric. We’ll talk later’ ‘Can I kiss you?’ I was desperate. She turned and held out her cheek. ‘I want to kiss you on your lips’ I begged, ‘No, no’ she protested, ‘Not here’ I pecked her on her smooth cheek and let her go. I smelt victory. The next day I had an email from her with a million questions. Was I sincere? Did I know where this could lead? Did I know her culture and its implications? Did I just want sex? Blah! Blah! Blah! Well the short answer to the last question would have been a. ”She got into the car, “Thanks, I told them I don’t feel well.”“You’re sick, what’s the matter, how do you feel?”“I told them I didn’t feel well, but that might have been a little dishonest. I didn’t want to stay in school anymore today. Mom is busy so she called you.” “And here I am, lucky for you I could come to get you.” My stepsister turned to look at me, smiled with those eyes, and replied, “And here you are, but it wasn’t luck.” Her statement struck like a hammer blow to my nuts, she.