This time when you look in my direction I turn the vibrator up one more level, you moan oh my god. The nail lady ask you what's wrong? You lie and say...you forgot to pick up something for dinner. I turn the vibrator up one more level, your legs start to get that pre orgasmic shake. You are trying so hard to keep your composure. You love it and hate it at the same time. You love that this vibrator is doing a masterful job on your now rock hard clit and soaking wet pussy, but you hate the fact. “technically I think eighteen is still a girl” she said as she followed me into the house and I poured us a glass.“believe me Gabby you look like that, you are a woman” she took a sip of the scotch. “you like”She nodded her head and I put more in the glass. “you don’t have to get me drunk you know, I would totally fuck you” She put her glass down and put her arms around my waist and kissed me open mouth and hard. “you’re very good looking Mr. C, you want to take me to bed too don’t you?”. To calm this nagging need I tried to slowly rub my hand unnoticed across the underside of my cock near the head which generated a wave of incredible pleasure I struggled to hide. My true mistake, however, was momentarily glancing down at my cock as the wave swept through me, with my smiling sister barely a foot away. Something in that glance and the look on my face made her look down spotting the hand movement. Oh, youre kidding me! Youre doing it again?! she cried, yanking imy hand off my. She got a lot less mean and a lot more seductive, though the mean moments became more venomous."So you got some high class hooker leading you by the balls since you were thirteen," she said late in the evening, slowly brewing the toxins to maximum effect. I nearly hit her. I started standing, my fist balled."Joe," said Amy, restraining me. And to Mary, she said, "You must like being abused." I hate it," said Mary. Her eyes opened wide. Her mouth trembled. Too tough for tears, she sighed.